Deranged for Loathsome - Haemorrhage

«.Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue

Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot

Displeasant, repulsive and grim

Caught in the morbid attraction of the obscene

The sick and the beauty — divergent concepts

The Cult of the Emetic — deviated taste

Pathological perversion — necrologic spell

Happy in putrefaction…"

I’m deranged for loathsome — deranged for gore

Emaciated faces marked by the last death-throe

Process of rotheness manifested in the corpse

Dead bodies I dismember with love

Adipocere lubricates my latex gloves

Lain on the mortuary table

The stage where I act

Instruments gleams in the dark (necrotomy starts)

Dura-Mater I extract

I’m deranged for loathsome — deranged for gore

(POEM:)

«.Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue

Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot

Displeasant, repulsive and grim

Caught in the morbid attraction of the obscene

The sick and the beauty — divergent concepts

The Cult of the Emetic — deviated taste

Pathological perversion — necrologic spell

Happy in putrefaction… I’m deranged "

Dismembered torsos I slice and explore

Removing intestines — pathology I adore

Corpses cause affection their members I collect

I’m an artist of mutilation

I live to dissect