Psyopus

The buzzing sounds of the requiem
amplifies
note for note
by maggot wings
The humming grows surrounding
transcending
this after score
composed in question
by those intentions
spiraling down the creator
between heaven and hell
Thousands of eyes
My child
Covered in flies
Thousands of eyes
My child
Covered in flies
Watch you
Thousands of eyes
The buzzing wind of maggot spawn
abreeze this soulless shell