D 2

and you're underground

and you're screaming and laughing

and drowing in that black grease

and you no longer occupy any part of me

i hope it swallows you

i hope your scaly skin falls off

your screams are muted

and all that surrounds you

is righteous judgement

because no one cares about you anymore

and no one thinks you are anything

you will be nothing but yellow bones

all traces of the villian you once played

the tree, the sun

burn away with the stink of flesh

in the air

but your screams are not heard

nor is your laughter

you are but an open mouth

gnashing your teeth

until you are nothing at all

but yellow bones

and the stench of burnt flesh

and the black legacy

that no one will remember