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 on the sizzling retina
Burning as spitting on the now blackened, charred fovea 

Holes of [bad word] 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 blistered, your optic nerves now aflame