Below Death
Flesh clean as swine
Peel back to spine
Underneath a shroud of scabs
Pale, dried, and cracked
Finger nails detach
Waiting for a time to die!
Skin like sand, eyes like fire
Reflect your death on me
Sautered bones, move as one
Grind in harmony
Mind like worm, heart like dirt
Decompose the soul
Drag me down
Beneath your corpse
Leave me here to rot
Below death's grasp!
Grave dirt flows through my veins
Hides behind my eyes
Blankets me at night
Ten feet underground
Pain as all I feel
Flat black all I see
Clawing toward the light
Death drags me down