Dead Things - Andromeda's Version

Dirtied white breaking back into the frigid light,
Jumping fleshy ship onto the sterile floors,
Fleeing out of unrelenting sight,

Insectoid eyes locked in human mind,
As beating drums slowly turn into shallow hums,
In pale skin innocence’s at last confined,

Lifeless stares the rivers guide,
Stainless blood staining the husk,
From heart to soul and cross divide,

No holy water able to wash clean,
The mess, the rubble,
Dirtier nothing has ever been,

Tunnels through decaying flesh,
Beyond comprehension,
For maggots rancid and spoiled is fresh,

White flower spread your wings,
Your magnificent maw use to draw,
A fair price the tiny stings,

Clean this shell and turn it into art,
Before heartbeat and mind finally part.

Inspired by Jay’s Dead Things