decompose

We all fall apart
We all return to sender
Our composition ends
Our skin no longer tender

As we fade away
Our eyes liquify
Our bodies bloating

Around the carcasses we were
Flies and carrion birds
Start floating

The sweet stench of death
Attracts bugs and worms
Who feast upon our nutrients
At the end of our terms

The motifs of our lives
Our vitalised imposition
Are muted when we go away
And become decomposition

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