Composition of Decomposition

One cut too far to stop,
Cry for help for once too deep,
A trickle becomes a raging torrent,
Dizzying crash to concrete.
Warmth escapes over time,
Pinky flesh now a blue hue,
Limp and floppy giving way,
Inviting rigamortis through.
Air dried skin wrinkling,
Shrinking on the bone,
Tightens up and tears away,
Bloated innards begin to flow.
Stench of putrid rotting flesh,
Bile and stomach gases spew,
Drawing in those to feast,
On decomposing stew.
Larval life springs forth,
Born into a grand buffet,
Devouring liquifying organs,
Nothing goes to waste.
Face now sunken and lost,
Brain just a puddle in the head,
No longer scared of memories,
They are useless to the dead.