Thursday, January 27, 2011


Kiss that rotting flesh.
Stroke that hollow cheek.
Taste the disintegrating life
You refuse to bury.

Locked in this mausoleum
Refusing to live
For fear of death.

Lie still in your rotting flesh.
Poke a hole in your hollow cheek.
Save your disintegrating life
And do not wake the dead.

As I crawl out of this mausoleum
Determined to live
For fear of death.

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