Mar 23, 2016
Water dropping on my head My feet sliding on the mud Moss and worms The dirt consuming me, Swallowing me like quicksand And the caterpillars died No cocoons no butterflies My hands disintegrating Melting like wax My hair falling down on my shouldiers and all the way down to my feet I'm rotting. Slowly becoming a maggots' swarm Until my bones moulder And I am buried a hundred feet underground Where no roots no ants no nothing even exists.