Sweet Death

November 19, 2011
You stand below me six feet under

Storms form with clouds of thunder

Maggots crawl from your sunken eyes

I see the cold truth past your eyes

Your insides deteriorate

Your body dis-integrates

Rigid bones fill the casket

The terrible fate your life met

Rotting smell of flesh hangs in the air

Death is always meant to be unfair

Tears fall from my face

As I put the roses back in place

Buried underneath me so deep

I wish you a good night sleep

Sing you a sweet lullaby

And bid you my last goodbye

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stephjbean said...
Dec. 8, 2011 at 8:30 am
I love how you seperated the word dis then integrates with a - rather than all together. Great piece!
modhulove replied...
Dec. 8, 2011 at 3:36 pm
thanks! :)
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