Feel it crawl
Hear it call,
Watch it drip out from your maw.
Taste it, raw
Smells like god,
In this void your time is null.
The sunlight burns,
Your stomach churns,
Delicately decay, my fragile corpse.
Buried in worms,
Blurried visions,
Are those halos or pointed horns?

Feel it, slow
Hear it echo.
Watch your insides be hollowed.

Taste your breath,
Smells like death.
In this time you'll meet your end.

The sun still burns,
Persistently shining,
While a part of me is dying.

-SLuR