Swollen

Sweet smell of his prey
Risen from the watery grave
It was done by his way
a Play of their decay

Maggots under mouldy skin
Feasting, nesting within
Bringing out the smell of death
Whining of the swollen flesh

Mouths filled with black slime
Pouring out like the sweetest wine
Festering body starts to cry
Voices of demise

Decomposing in this heat
For carnivores to eat
Pure, innocent and sweet
Turned into rotting meat

SWOLLEN
Rising from the deeps
SWOLLEN
drowned choir

SWOLLEN
Rising from the deeps
SWOLLEN
For carnivores to eat