Death is only fun when...

this poem if for people who think that death is their way out of bullshit and lies, but this is what death actually does to you

dirt, worms, and the heavy box
dying fetus, ready to rot
night shades in for the living
the insides are moist and filling
they feast upon thee with hunger
while they lie there, in their buried bunker
hearts and minds are never right
as they crawl upwards for the night
reminding myslef to point the gun
when i die, it'll be fun

-R.D.M. II

12-26-07

Reviews

[youngwriter222]

Great poem, I really liked your choice of words. Creative

[Jaina-Bear]

i absolutly hate the word moist it such a almost "taboo " word for me
it made this peice almost sting wen i read it it packed a punch just becouse o the word selection i enjoyed it it was very edgy and took me out of my comfort zone i like it