Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix
Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick
A redolent mephitis maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts
Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is replete
Drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards I delete
Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped
I'll send you this piano ballad song I'm working on, and you can add the words and make it a love song to yourself. I could also change the arrangement to a more melancholy melody and you can make it a despair song.