BURN (Wattys2015?)

death is quite boring

my coffin is cold

the wood doesn't smell right

it smells like sewer rain and mildew

i think there might be mold 

growing quietly under my back

i can't smell my rotting flesh

as strong as i smell the damp ground

and can feel the wood whine beneath my weight

i can feel the worms

slimy and warm against my dead skin

crawl over me

(they want my eyes)

my fingernails are missing

or broken, shattered, shredded

was i clawing at the lid?

why would i want out,

when this eternal rest is what i wanted?

my blood has leaked out

and soaked my coffin

i can smell the metallic grit

at the corners of my mouth

the tainted air suffocates me

but i'm dead, so why would i need to breathe?

my organs are missing

(i donated them, but who would have wanted them?)

so i feel lighter

like i could fly to heaven

if i wasn't stuck in this grimy and rotting coffin

if i wasn't buried six feet under the ground

it's rather lonely here

and i think it must be raining among the living

i just hate that i'm going to have to wait

until i decompose

hopefully my soul isn't stuck to my bones, too

because i don't want to spend my eternity

in this coffin with the worms and the mildew

and the rot