disgustipated

eeches devour all that is left of my body in the moments following my death;
but not my soul, for it has departed and gone to occupy another creature.
i wanna shake you till you get sick and vomit,
you parasitic panic-stricken master of defeat.
greedy and swollen with conciet.
and oozing with blue and yellow corruption.
take the red pill if you wanna come where i go when im lonely.
take the green pill if you wanna get to know me.
if you listen hard enough, you might hear something.
but you are blind and deaf.
and i realize this;
in the moments following my death.

i used to think that knowledge was power-
but i know now that it is but a curse set out to devour
what is left of the sanity that once would overtake me.
and therefore, my knowledge is my blessing.

maggots consume what i have desired in the moments leading up to my death
but they spit out my doubt.
pulling me apart with thousands of carnevourous teeth
petruding from their gums like swords from sheaths
and it is no longer necessary to breathe.
i never realized what a hassle it has been,
but in the moments leading up to my death.