While clawing away at my damp skin,
I noticed the maggots in my neck.
Rotting flesh, exposing bone,
It was only a matter of time I suppose.
No eyes, just hollows,
They fell out a few days ago.
But what more can you expect,
From a body already dead?
No more pain, no more nerves,
No more ache, it's quite a bore.
Just crack the bones,
and lay my head down.
Hope that tomorrow doesn't come around.
But if it does, I'll be trapped,
Unable to move,
Unable to rest.
But what more can you expect,
From a body already dead?
