The crumbling body cheering from beneath the dirt.
Deep within the earths core,
an orchestra plays to the choir.
They were spying, even on my dreams.
Spying on my every heart beat.
Faster and faster, they drove me insane.
Band aids protecting my bloody passion.
Even on the thirteenth day, heavens gates were closed.
Now what's left is only these bones.
No flesh to spare
Not a fires flare.
Now i am dirt.
Mistaken.
Now death is what i dance to.
A horror of nightingales.
I remember the maze of gardens
and monster sculptures made of flowers.
Flesh that wrinkled and smells that were sour.
The countless walks and battles conquered.
Only a memory of my crumbled body.
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