Worming

A slithering, voracious host descends Consuming decay as your thorax ferments Blindly they hunger, unsated they feast Countless they number, their repast the deceased Infesting, digesting Worming through a maze of flesh Writhing in their feast of death Squirming till there's nothing left Worming Worming through a maze of flesh Writhing in their feast of death Squirming till there's nothing left Worming Flesh turns to liquid, discolored and foul As the necrovores gorge on your now-livid bowels Squelching they burrow as your corpse goes to seed At your nostrils they nibble, in your brain they now feed Your decay, their entree Worming through a maze of flesh Writhing in their feast of death Squirming till there's nothing left Worming Worming through a maze of flesh Writhing in their feast of death Squirming till there's nothing left Worming An abhorrent appetite, for bilious, bloated blight A sick and loathsome sight, mouthless they feed, toothless they bite Crawling across your face, your features soon erased Flesh now a runny paste, witless they waste, tongueless they taste What remains of your remains is a carnal junk heap Liquefaction oozes, bubbles and seeps Still they writhe and devour your steaming entrails A full belly the reward for their repugnant travails Voracious, rapacious Worming through a maze of flesh Writhing in their feast of death Squirming till there's nothing left Worming Worming through a maze of flesh Writhing in their feast of death Squirming till there's nothing left Worming