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Flesh clean as swine

Peel back to spine

Underneath a shroud of scabs

Pale, dried, and cracked

Finger nails detach

Waiting for a time to die!

Skin like sand, eyes like fire

Reflect your death on me

Sautered bones, move as one

Grind in harmony

Mind like worm, heart like dirt

Decompose the soul

Drag me down,

beneath your corpse

Leave me here to rot

Below death's grasp!

Grave dirt flows through my veins

Hides behind my eyes

Blankets me at night

Ten feet underground

Pain as all I feel

Flat black all I see

Clawing toward the light

Death drags me down