Corpse crawl in my arms craddle my ribs eat my rotting heart that no one forgives skeletal remains decaying long past the maggots took flight but they multiply fast in a fortress of wood in a satin lined womb above my weathered coffin rests my decorated tomb flowers wilted dryed by the sun death in full swing but death is not done glassy eyes opaque iris of white inside the beetle burrows stripping my sight sinking my cheeks hugging my bones bruising, scabbing and blood puddle tones finger nails receed gums do the same it appears im happily smiling at deaths little game death was not cheated my time was well spent nobody ever knew me or ever cared where i went does anybody even wonder or miss me at all i sent out vibrations but only death heard my call an engraving in stone just a name and a date death welcomed me home and then closed the gate