So relentless in spite of the turns and the breath and the vomit

Carve out the pit of my stomach

This is the world that we have painted and shunned

As worms breed they succeed to do the things that I couldn't

Reach all the maggots that nested inside her

Touch all the nerves so that you can feel something

I am sick, sick of severed roots and disconnect from this planet

She is sick, sick in the head with a disease unwritten

For the things you have done, you will never be forgiven

Because I know that for your actions you feel nothing

She was just another cold broken body, another note

May the same mercy be given when the blood runs down your throat