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