The softened skin peels off in a mess
Leaving only blood and ripped up flesh,
Draining the body of this crimson liquid
Flooding the hallways of the morgue insipid
Abandoned by all that is holy and stable,
Hanging upside down above this marble table
Strung up in a body bag of blood and gore
Dangling above the warped wooden floor,
The soul depleted, null and void and stains
Dripping until nothing remains...
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