Into The Fish Pit

With the smell and rot Wafting through the air I follow to investigate Into the pit Into the fish pit Into the fish pit Out the back of our local Full of wonder Why must it be this way Into the pit Into the fish pit Into the fish pit As I approach Yellow eyes, skin of mold Fingers of metal grab my shoulders Heavy grove verse Under the piles of rotting fish bodies paralyzed deep in demise With teeth of blackened slime, he spoke to me In to the fish pit In into in the fish pit I must find them, and I will drag them into my pit To mosh you must, escape into the Cold They may follow but always look behind your shoulder Forever afraid Fish Pit