Visions Of Death

Bodies cold,
ghostly haunting,
wretched flesh,
bodies rotting.

Severed limbs,
hollowed heads,
a rat's gnawing,
his belly fed.

Decapitation,
charred remains,
are now the maggot's,
dark domain.

Vicious things,
rip skin in two,
and feast within,
until they're through.

Bodies fresh,
molding over in scum,
it sounds so grand,
please won't you come?

Tortured souls,
gnarled through,
do not worry,
it'll happen to you.