Friday, February 6, 2009

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


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