Death Poem by Darren Harris

Death



Death, dead, dying, died,
Buried, decomposing,
Rigor mortis setting in,
The coffin lid is closing,
Six feet under covered in soil,
My flesh it starts to rot,
Laid in my coffin, eaten by maggots,
In my graveyard plot,
Laid to rest, forever and ever,
So my body can decay,
Worms and slugs inside of me,
Eating me away,

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