Rot
And to Death, for making us quiver
a cold blood pulse that strums the heart
and prying your decrepid stench from my soul
"No more!" I shout...
"No more shall I listen to this, this
ranting. This lunacy!"
And I turn away from it all,
from this place,
from these words overheard,
from you!
"Do you hear me?" I scream...
"I can't stay any longer! I can't go on not
living."
Goodbye comes much to late
as the rot has taken over my body too.
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Submission Name: Rot
