All flesh rots

All Flesh Rots

Bones whisper beneath the skin,
A slow revolt begins within.
The pulse that once sang life’s sweet tune
Now drags beneath a sickly moon.

Eyes hollowed, hunger gnaws,
Time collapses, no applause.
Flesh surrenders to the mold,
A story of decay retold.

Streets once alive now crawl with moans,
Shadows feast on marrowed bones.
Every heartbeat, a fleeting lie,
Till all that’s living learns to die.

Rotting hands and drifting breath,
A symphony of slow, sweet death.
The world decays, the night exacts
I watch it all: all flesh rots.

(this was for my poetry class :D)