Horror and Decay

Skin like parchment, stretched and thin, Veins like rivers, where rot begins. Eyes recede, a vacant stare, Reflecting the horrors beyond compare.

The scent of death, a sweet perfume, As flesh surrenders to the tomb. Maggots writhe in joyous feast, A sacrament of life, from the deceased.

Cadaverous waltz, a dance of rot, Where beauty fades and life is forgot. Guts spill forth, a morbid stream, A grotesque tableau, a waking dream.

Bones exposed, a skeletal frame, Whispering secrets of death's cruel game. Ligaments snap, with sickening sound, As gravity pulls, to the festering ground.

The soul departs, a silent flight, Leaving behind this gruesome sight. A husk remains, a hollow shell, A testament to the body's hell.

The worms embrace, with tender touch, Devouring flesh, oh so much. A symphony of chewing sound, As life returns to the fertile ground.

Cadaverous waltz, a dance of rot, Where beauty fades and life is forgot. Guts spill forth, a morbid stream, A grotesque tableau, a waking dream.

Decay... consumption... oblivion... The body's fate, our final vision.