while you're choking screaming and bleeding
I'll be hoping that you would just stop breathing
I'm staring at your face with hatefull thinking
wishing that your body would just start sinking

as soon as you were dead, I dig a hole
I continue to dig like I have no soul
your corpse I store in a body bag
I throw you in the grave without care
sink into the ground about six feet deep

body bags slick, shining green
white nylon zips unable to stem
the knowing of limp slack lines
in the obscene formlessness of plastic

bodybagged

lowering you into the grave
your worthless life I deprive
close inspection leads to finding
no single hint of vital signs
this is the end of all your hopes
all is left is a rigid corpse

your carcass covered in blood
dying rotting into the mud
all around are maggots & rats
and in the air the smell of death

craving the rapture to overwhelm
deep down in your decaying realm
worms wiggle through your eye sockets
the stench of decay and rot

bodybagged

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