Bloated Remains

Sitting in my bathrub with dead eyes bulging Her body turns purple and black, bloating Methane gas fills her corpse, making her expand Good Thing I didn't marry her, I knew she'd get fat. The stench of putrefaction wafts into my bedroom Sweet dreams of bitches wearing methane perfume. Insects are crawling through the cracks in the tile Maggots consume the creamy rotten flesh