See the flesh doll on display,
Midst metal flowers of decay,
That shiver in the evening's rotting breeze,
Touch her as she tries to stand,
The fungus crumbles from your hand,
To decompose among the rusting leaves.

Kiss her molding flap of skin,
That peels away from bony grin,
To gag the fetid earth-scent of her breath,
Hold her as she starts to fall,
Up from her emptiness will crawl,
The multi-legged denizens of death.

Sometimes people make things more complicated than they are.
Maybe we should say what we feel.
Instead of hiding behind vague metaphors
and confusing syntax
Are we all so afraid to say something anymore?

you are a sick puppy
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Well done. The last two lines say it all, "up from her emtiness will crawl/the multi-legged denziens of death." Maggots-everyone's final mourners. je
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maggots mourn no one you idiot.
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No shit? Poetic license been revoked? Punk.
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In your case it should be. Moron.
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heh..cool commentary
...3mj
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Yall should lighten up
Kk