Watery Graves

Hundreds of sailors Their lives slip away As their lungs fill with icy death The ship has gone down There is no land in sight No one will survive From the cold and the waves Torpedo finds its mark Hundreds die for the cause Ocean claims what now it owns Bodies travel in legions of corpses On a never ending journey Bobbing and bowing At the whim of the ocean Decaying and bloated Food for the fish How long will they travel Following the current Until their bodies snag on some land Sometimes they are submerged And fish eat the flesh to the bone Sometimes they are bloated Easy prey for birds who peck at organs exposed An eternal journey through watery graveyards Even now submerged Torpedo finds its mark Hundreds die for the cause Ocean claims what now it owns Dog tags are rusting Uniforms rotting Eyeballs float out the skull No peace for these deceased Journey into hell No one will remember When all men have fell Pale forms roll and somersault Too far down to be clearly seen Their corrupted faces Better defined as they rise The dead in dozens Crab-picked and fish peeked Their remaining flesh scarcely Sitting on their bones Their hair is swaying loosely in the current Their heads lull and dance on rotting neck muscles The sea looses possession With each wave a lifeless shell Spat out by the sea to stink for a while And be stripped by the gulls Picked at by crabs The flies buzz in and out Laying eggs that turn into maggots The maggots feast on what the gulls leave behind To one sprout wings and fly away too Stripped by the gulls Picked at by crabs The flies buzz in and out Their flesh crawl with maggots

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Waiting quietly for the dawn Watching over the hills The fire glows it keeps you warm On the edge of the night Looking out upon the mob They’ve got death in their eyes Is it fate that claims your life, Or some other man’s lies ? On the Edge of Death See your life before your eyes On the Edge of Death The Reaper has come Now it’s your turn to die The noose is placed around your neck The blood runs cold in your veins Mr. Death waits in the wind To take you out of this place The preacher speaks the final words That you are to hear Dreams of life after death To cast out the fear Fight for your soul The Reaper is here This is the end Screaming, it’s time to go On the Edge of Death

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

If your life is stalling and you are falling You hear it calling beware If you are waiting, anticipating What lies in store for you there Taking you on a journey To a place of screaming laughter You’ll be lost in the end Your mind is racing, almost tasting it You are soon out of time While you’re learning your candle’s burning Ever deeper you climb Taking you on a journey To a place of screaming laughter In the end you will find Like a soul trapped in hell You are Under the Spell. Come closer my friend Gaze into the ancient pages Learn the secrets of the ages You may have all you desire But the weak of mind will burn In fire

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025