Autopsy

I wonder what they'll learn of me After a thorough autopsy, Once my thoughts stop mattering, And decay takes everything. I wonder what or if they'll regret, I wonder if they feel guilty yet. How much is a human life, What's the worth of writhing strife? Can you put a price tag on them? Can you pretend that we're all gems? I wonder if my mind will travel, Once I'm 6 feet beneath gravel, I wonder if my energy, Will disperse, unravel me. I wonder if I'm wondering, Or subconsciously planning To have myself cease to exist, But add my heart to the next list. Drop me off inside a human, That is friends with just a few men, Take away all of my fires, Let them bathe with my desires.