Fermenting innards

Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
my fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
i drool my gastric juices as i chomp on you blood-clots
Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box
I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines
slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
i suck up the concoction and eat the decay
with cankered disgorgement i excrete my gurgling prey
Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
i eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess