The pungent aroma Of hot, bubbling, molten gristle

Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle.

As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina

Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred foeva



Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left

Charred eye-sockets of hot scorched flesh



Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke

Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke.

Charred eye-sockets - horrifically pernicious

Your sight irreparable by your optician



Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding

Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle.

The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane

Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame