Silky mud, nourished by rotting water . . .
Devoured the bodies of those who rest eternally . . . 
The corpses pale, decaying like heat in winter . . .
Their eyes open, blank with nothingness . . .
Writhing vermin feast upon perished skin, gathering sustenance from death . . . 
The poor damned, unremembered and vacant, forced to exist in absolute, barren, death . . .