The End

OH, THE DRAMA!

I am dead
worms are eating my eyes
that you once called beautiful
My decayed body lies under the leaves
and no longer trembles from the touch of your silkfingers

You are dancing at my grave
and laughing
when you hear the whisper
"sing to me".

Reviews

[E. M. Murren]

That is well done. It is cryptic, but rightfully so. Good job.