Lower Decibel

the messages muffled
seeping up as passageways
under mounds of anthills
whispers as evil black geysers

they groan lustfully for life
fingernails broken clawing dirt
made out of dead leaves
eruptions of growling bubbling lava

it's a death note of vengeance
from the old grey mound
of flesh dead and decomposed
wriggles of maggots dancers

stare into the face
of your inevitability
so take no pride
in your beauty