Look at me.
Watch me rot.
Try to deny the fact that we fought.
I cut off your hand,
You ripped out my heart.
Laughed maniacally as it fell apart.
The fluid ran down your arm.
Go on, pretend you did not harm.
I vomited away most of my blood.
It was all around me, a crimson-red flood.
As soon as I was dead, you dug a hole.
You continued to dig like you had no soul.
You threw me in there.
Ran without a care.
I actually hoped that you would stay.
That way you could see me being eaten away.
The ants ate my flesh.
The maggots dug deeper.
I was such a peaceful sleeper.
Not once did I scream.
Not once did I cry.
This was never a dream.
It was all real.
I was dead, rotting away.
Like I hoped,
You came back one day.
You dug me up,
Held a knife high.
You did something that made even you cry.
Carved three words deep into my throat:
Rot In Pieces..
That's all you ever wrote..
