I turn an injury into tumidity
I turn that moisture into pus
I turn a human into grunting entity
I turn life into torture
I tremble in foretaste of consumption
Of the soft issues and bone marrow
Lungs are torn by my poisonous mandibles
Rest of oxygen is melting the throat
Guts are melding
Into pulsing liquid manure
Spewing liters of mucus
And swarming larvae clots
Convulsions are shaking the whole body
It's turning into suppurative soup
Eyes slowly start to swell
Filled with spawning insects
Ichor oozing congealing
In turbid crust
Inside the bloodshot gullet
I tear it out, tear this meat out from the insides
Impregnated, saturated with putridity
Inside the bloodshot gullet
I live to eat to breed
This is my territory
This is my newfound hive
Here I will secrete sorely
My maggots that shall
Complete my business here
Overwhelming frenzy blinds my eyes
While I start to grow
I gnaw my way outside
Becoming a beast, bantling no more
