my first boring ass poem
Category: Poems

decay
 

my body is decomposing

now there is no need for clothing

becoming compost in my seat

muddy stones are now my feet

twigs and branches are my bones

slowly rotting to the beat of my headphones

my skin is translucent and fluctuates in hue

why are my nails becoming blue

soil falls from my hair as I turn my head

twigs become my arms and legs

my stomach is mud, crumbling into my lap

these circumstances are a deathtrap

my muscles disintegrate into sand, spilling onto the tile

I don't think ill get up for a while

I am corroding away as it rains

and these days I no longer feel pain

the water drips into my empty eyes, cascading down my cheekbones like tears

this truly realizes my fears

I have no reason to clean it up, I will just decay

bits of me are left on the floor when I walk away

I am empty, there is nothing inside me to feel

I can no longer tell what is fake and what is real