Dying Corps

Today l will close my eye's

For everything l see around me 

Are covered by worms and insects.

They climb up my legs and enter my ears.

The ringing sound echoes from the buzzing sounds.

Then enters into my brains.

The fear sends my body into spasms.

As they invade and infest my body.

And leave droplets of faeces behide.

My body has become a cemetery of death.

And all the bodies of past soul's left behide.

Are decaying away as l write.

My word's are plenty.

But I'm dying begging for pity.

For there is nothing more l can do.

Just let go and become my own dying corps. 

While inside being eaten alive.