We die,
We are buried, mourned,
And our soul is released to wander,
Our bones are left,
After the death,
After the burial,
After decay,
And are left behind,
Nought but hard sticks,
Meant to be encased,
Wrapped in structural flesh,
Holding the burden of human organs, skin, and muscle,
Holding us together,
A tether of sorts,
And to these bones we are bound forever,
Until maggots destroy and digest what we once were,
Eat away what made us human,
Feasting on our death,
Killing our already dead corpse,
Rotting us from within,
Digesting our very essence,
Swallowing our life,
Turning us subhuman,
A shell of a human,
And corrode us like a destructive acid,
Breaking us down,
And wearing us away,
Aided by time,
Slowly erasing our existence completely,
As we fade,
Further and further,
Into eternal emptiness......
*Note: weird idea, that we might be doomed to become worm food. But, we are all destined to die, and we must cope with the inevitability of our lives.
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Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All
De TodoA book dedicated to thoughts, poems, stories, questions, answers, recipes. All sorts of fuckery happening up in here. Also, ignore my very ambiguous and sarcastic title. I do have a very cynical and often bitter sense of humor. Anyways, there are st...
