Washed in decay

A Poem by darkabyss

On a death scarred battle field
The reaper roves collecting souls
But not all belong to him
I can sense him call my name
But I can't move my limbs won't respond
I smell the burning flesh around me
It penetrates my sinuses and wont leave
It gave me and I can't breathe
The high pitch screech from death sends chills through my body
Nothing to do but wait for him
The stench of rotting flesh gets stronger
I know it's only a matter of time
He can't be to far off now
There's no light left I n the plane of desolation
He arrives and stands over me
A hiss comes from him
To which I only take as happiness and joy
He lifts his hand and my washes away what's left of me
Decay and rot my mind is the only thing still working
I hear in my head now that's your washed in The decay
Your mine forever and the flames take hold for enternity