Rose Funeral

Waken upon thee.
Your mouth fills with dirt.
Tortured and you scream.
Your veins begin to squirt.
Splitting of your spine.
The neck will start flush.
Tortured and you die.
Your skull, I will crush.
I see your face in the ground. Face down to death.
It's vague to me. Carnage and bodies.
Splice the flesh. Hell is upon you.
You'll never rest.
Hear the crunching of your bones as I twist your limbs apart.