Waiting for the worms

Midnight hour
And the lights are low
The air is still
And the feet move slow.

Sounds of darkness
Smother all
Wait for the worms
To gently fall.

See them crawl
See them maul
The memories
In that sunlit hall.


Let them grope you…gingerly
Let them lick you…tenderly

Feel them creep up in a flood
Feel them feed on flesh and blood.

Close your eyes and let them in
Offer up your every sin
Make them gnaw you deep inside
Feast on all you had to hide

Till all that’s left is brittle bone
And your senses - turned to stone.

Watch them leave then, fat and smug
Not one left to loathe or hug.

And you scream, you scream, to have them back
You fight till all your muscles crack

And then you crumble, and at last you fall
Knowing they left you nothing at all.