Decaying Flesh

flesh decays slowly
in the morning dew
as the sun rises
and the birds chirp their tunes.

knives sticking out of lifeless–
bodies as the bloody swords
pierce more skin with their
sharp edges, cutting the silken flesh of
innocent children
running in the streetlights
and people holding hands
in a midnight stroll to the park down lover’s lane.

birds have stopped singing
their gay tunes
as the sky darkens
and people lay in the streets–
lifeless and scarred
as the demons come over
stealing souls away from loved ones
as it begins to rain.