Lived In Me
***( Consider this my tribute to Edgar Allen Poe )***
I met the ones that crawl below.
Not so very long ago.
When failing legs did cause the fall.
That brought me to their garden wall.
And as I laid among the leaves.
beneath the tall and brawny trees
My bones took on a dreadful chill.
And breath would ceased as I lay still.
For now the ones that crawl below.
Will soon begin to ebb and flow.
And as they move with greater haste,
Hungry now for just a taste.
They enact their grisly trade.
In the garden where I laid.
And so begins the ghoulish feast,
For all the little squirming beasts.
For as they feast they will be,
The last of all that lived in me.
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