Into The Necrosphere

<br>I work the graveyard shift, cadavers lay silently in wait<br>My utensils are ready to perform degrading autopsies<br>Through the sinews of dead flesh<br>And within the dried marrow of old bones<br>I have discovered the secrets of the dead<br>Mercilessly I pit out what the dead cannot hide<br>I become enlightened with a knowledge that makes me strong<br>A power I now possess launches me into the afterworld<br>Traveling paths in the innermost niches of putrefaction<br>I will become a god of suppuration in this dead domain<br>But to enter the putrid portal I must frantically carve<br>Tediously I labor over crude necropsies, bizarre necrotomy<br>My entire being soon liquefies as I cross over<br>I take on the form of foul cadaverine<br>Now through the perished, hardened veins I flow<br>Immersed into the deceased where no life resides<br>Except for wriggling fat white maggots filled with smegma and decay<br>Apparitions haunt the viscera, my presence they avoid<br>In terror they try so hard to hide<br>Disappearing into the offal of the btchered<br>When the dead go the way of all that is flesh<br>And the burdensome mortal coil is shaken off<br>Moving as I wish between the living and the dead<br>Carcasses are tenements for all spectral souls<br>An actual cosmos existing within a corpse<br>The morticians could not fathom what I see<br>Like a scalpel I cut my way through the necrosphere<br>Plunging into the deepest recesses of the carrion<br>They are unable to flee from my disembodied grasp<br>The dead scream as I infernally enslave them<br>Truly I am gifted, empowered with necromacy<br>Originating in dead matter makes me necrogenic<br>The interior decomposed membranes of the stiffs from a necrosphere<br>Which has always remained unseen by mortal eyes<br>Until I found the concealed secrets of the rot realm<br>Now I am divine, the dead now worship me<br>As if I am a god