When I die
when I die, lay me down in the field and watch me rot. Watch the critters and bugs tear at my carcass, for the love I feel for you will torment their bloodline for eons to come; that they'll spend the rest of their generations learning how to produce that same love. That same taste. That same hunger for life I once had. Miss me, Dear, miss me but only for a day or two. Forget, I am not one to dwell on.













