Rotting corpse in a feild,
maggots crawling all around.
A nest the flies have made in mine eyes,
oh how great my soul does dispise.
The sun slowing burning away my flesh,
as i lay my soul to rest.
Nice poem. I like the rymes. But it gives me a creepy image though.
thanks! -cheery smile- i love death! -^^-
Y'know, you should get Kyle (the one at skool, as if that weren't obvious) to do an illustration based on this poem. He'll either make it dark and dreary, or ridiculous and hilarious, but either way it will turn out awesome.
mmtay. ill save this poem then and give it to him. -giggles- i love Kyle!