Dead

Brown eyes closing

At the sight of blood

Her fists clenching

At the sound of wind

Heart beats rising

At the smell of snow.

Cruel people biting flesh

Like there's no tomorrow

Vultures poking eyes out

Worms eating her skin

Maggots in the graveyard

Oh what a feast for them.

Let the roaches celebrate

Another being has passed

Beatles shall devour

Every part of us.