Maggots

Underneath these stones 

Bleached and rotting bones 

And the girl I loved the best



Maggots do their work 

There beneath the earth 

Loved her more than all the rest



Tears begin to fall 

Every time I call 

There beside her graveside



Love it never lasts 

Everything does pass 

Everything that’s good does die



Mists are coming down 

Memories resound 

Winter night's chill does fall



As maggots gnaw her bones 

I make my way home 

It’s better not to love at all