Under his skin. The glutinous blood.
The acidy poison. Soporific God.
Splintered nerve cells. The apples of eyes.
The piercing dementia. The pins of dried ice. 
In the torn veins. And out with breath. 
Up to black sun, per saltum down to depth.
His colorless lips. No pain perceived. 
No flesh alive from now on. No soul relieved.