Oyster  Eye

Oyster Eye 

Oyster Eye

What a Terrible way to die

Sad & lonely

Soft & boney

There is no cure for this stye

Finders Keepers

Forfit your life to reapers

If you didtn put it down, dont pick it up

Else you feel the changes from your gut

Now you didnt heed the warnings

And now you have the curse

Which is possibly the worst

Watching yourself being consumed alive

We pick & choose

Which meat to move

From your calcified coffins

We all now know

The secrets you hold

With each bite from your life

Salty & Sweet

Your memories we eat

Today, tomorrow, long after

Sooner or later

One way or another

A long will come many others

Patient for the greedy

Waiting for the needy

Our hunger, seeks one taste

Savoring your eyes for last

Succulent, they pop with a splash

Oyster Eye

Oyster Eye

What a terrible way to die