GOREgeous

By: Shells Walter
September 10, 2008

The flesh is burning,
my hunger is yearning.
I no longer see,
of my eyes that use to be.

Little by little I begin to rot,
skin dripping into the pot.
Maggots crawl that made their place,
upon my rotting face.

Where my heart use to be,
there is a roach for all to see.
Crawling and eating all,
until it hits my ribcage wall.