swallow my soul whole

that takes toll on my shoulders

I need holsters for my loaded

so dull and devoted

mix bullet with brain

oh boy you’ll feel that pain

but not as much pain as you felt alive yesterday, the day before, and what you’d feel tomorrow. It’s over now

so rest upon the hole that was dug for you

rest your body as your soul separates leaving your once so body as your spirit is the essence and ascends as your body decays and forever rots there as plants grow upon you as the dirt is the bodys shelter. The body that was once yours, is nobody’s now. Pure flesh remains on the bone that will soon soak into the organisms below.

the bugs will feast upon the bodies to live on the once living body.