I work the graveyard shift, cadavers lay silently in wait

My utensils are ready to perform degrading autopsies

Through the sinews of dead flesh

And within the dried marrow of old bones

I have discovered the secrets of the dead

Mercilessly I pit out what the dead cannot hide

I become enlightened with a knowledge that makes me strong

A power I now possess launches me into the afterworld

Traveling paths in the innermost niches of putrefaction

I will become a god of suppuration in this dead domain

But to enter the putrid portal I must frantically carve

Tediously I labor over crude necropsies, bizarre necrotomy

My entire being soon liquefies as I cross over

I take on the form of foul cadaverine

Now through the perished, hardened veins I flow

Immersed into the deceased where no life resides

Except for wriggling fat white maggots filled with smegma and decay

Apparitions haunt the viscera, my presence they avoid

In terror they try so hard to hide

Disappearing into the offal of the btchered

When the dead go the way of all that is flesh

And the burdensome mortal coil is shaken off

Moving as I wish between the living and the dead

Carcasses are tenements for all spectral souls

An actual cosmos existing within a corpse

The morticians could not fathom what I see

Like a scalpel I cut my way through the necrosphere

Plunging into the deepest recesses of the carrion

They are unable to flee from my disembodied grasp

The dead scream as I infernally enslave them

Truly I am gifted, empowered with necromacy

Originating in dead matter makes me necrogenic

The interior decomposed membranes of the stiffs from a necrosphere

Which has always remained unseen by mortal eyes

Until I found the concealed secrets of the rot realm

Now I am divine, the dead now worship me

As if I am a god