It's far from a secret I like thrash/death, so here's my shot at just writing gory & cheesy as fuck metal.

Nearly dead, severed leg, blood is everywhere
Artery, crimson spray, misting in the air
All alone, far from home, I don't want to die
Gone insane from the pain, one thing left to try...

Turning white, seeing the light
Life just ebbing away.
Plunging a knife into my own insides
Making an intestinal tourniquet.

Handful after handful of my own guts
Come glistening into view
No other option, if I'm to survive
Then this is what I have to do

Stretch my bodies organs
Wrap them round the wound
Already the flies are feasting on me
The stench of my innards makes me want to puke
I'm festering, convulsing, a vile corpse to be.

Paler than bone, dying alone
Penance for my panicked state.
Bloodless by my own hand, I cut myself in half
To tie off my intestinal
(The pain's infinitesimal)
(Rotting body festival)
Flesh tourniquet