Last Living Moments
She crawls slowly.
She breathes hard.
She adores this feeling, this lifestyle.
The sweet yet pungent scent of death.
She digs, her writhing hands feeling the soil.
She can't wait to lay to rest,
In her special womb underneath the dirt.
She will soon be united, with the cold harsh feeling of being forgotten.
Her heart a hollow shell,
The night is pale, the moon will unveil the truth.
So once you kiss the sun goodbye, you will be lay to rest, forgottan and you shall die.