Ripped to Shreds

Corpses
Line
The tomb yard
In a fading sun's dying light
A bloody
Rain
Cleanses their innards
A feast upon the fruitful flesh of life
Ripped to shreds...
A rotting hand
Emerges from the grave bathed in dirt and sweet decay
To tear
The limbs
From the torso
Of all who pulse with the putrid form called life
Reality fragments
As the beginning
Becomes the end
And life
A festering memory
Defeated
By carnal appetite

Moonlight
Bloody mist
Descending fog
Ensuing bliss
Ripped to shreds...
Ripped to shreds...
Ripped to shreds...
Shreds of flesh...
Uuuuuuuuaaaarrgggh