Thinking of You, While I Decay
I tend to wonder how long I’ve been here
Stuck below in the darkness, still I lay
I hear your footsteps above, with no ear
It seems I am in a state of decay
Not doing much else, but rotting away
Thinking of you, in your skin and your hair
What it must be like, to be back up there
Flesh holding in your muscle and sinew
I remain in a state of disrepair
Glad it was me, when it could have been you
Feb 14, 2022
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