Where the Worms Feed

I am dead,

I am decayed,

I am rotting,

I am inflamed,

 

I am withering

into dust,

I am falling into

the abyss

 

Buried in the dirt,

sealed in the tomb,

 

Locked away in the crypt,

where the light is never present

 

Where the worms feed on the cadaver

removing any trace of life that used to be