Feast of the Graveworm

Midnight violence, the scene of the kill

A life slain to rest where the blood has been spilled

Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left

Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh

The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb

Forgotten and rotten benath a red moon

A life once strong is worm food now

Conniving wretch has been cut down

Neck twisted sickly, eyes stare into space

A squirming mass erodes limbs and face

Feeding and eating, nauseating display

No coffin, no funeral, just life stripped away

A portrait of putrefaction, life beyond the grave

A coward soiled and bloated with maggots in his face

Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left

Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh

The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb

Forgotten and rotten benath a red moon