Sandsworn Poem by Jacob Underwood

I see red and my lungs are filled with scarlet ashes
Teeth fallen out as my eyes stray from the lake
As I pick at the holes in my skin thin tight gashes
I lay here to ponder why the maggots eat me in my wake
Or the axe in my head as it teeters away from the patches
Of fallen off skin from my shell as in under the it goes to bake
As the children run around me shedding their lashes
My skull shows the lack of effort it really took for my life is to take