Monday, July 05, 2004

A Corpse's Eulogy

Inside of me
Are the maggots feeding
Sucking out
My flesh and blood

Drowned screams
No one seems to hear
Calloused hands
No one seems to reach out to

Pitied glances
Falsely thrown my way
Words of consolation
Insincerely uttered to me

You insolent fools
How dare you think
I could actually be moved
By your pretentiousness

I am diseased
Yet you refuse to see
I am dying
But you do not believe

Soon I’ll rise up above
My charred remains
Soaring over everyone else
Flying out to oblivion

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