My flesh drips from my body,
as I lay in waste 20 feet under.
Worms crawl in and out of my body,
using me as a home and food source;
...
I walked silently,
you followed in my midst.
Watching, waiting.
For the perfect time to pounce,
...
Rotting
My flesh drips from my body,
as I lay in waste 20 feet under.
Worms crawl in and out of my body,
using me as a home and food source;
My soul rots,
in a pitch black darkness.
I cry for Mercy, but,
Alas it never comes.
My purgatory is your happiness.
Never once did you help me.
So, here I am...rotting...