Insects
Just wrote this kinda quick so its definitely not finished, but gimme your thoughts and some ideas please, thanks!
Insects
Insects squirm under my skin,
Maggots consume my brain from within.
Pests tearing through my flesh,
Poking holes turning it into mesh.
The odor makes this tight space so vile,
And Im stuck here for quite awhile.
My new home,
this wooden box.
Deaths black dome,
Under dirt and rocks
My corpse is numb but my souls aware,
watches my body rot with despair.
The casket starts to wear and crack,
Soil and worms crawl down my back.
The earth it starts to erode,
It crushes my not so humble abode.
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