Road kill

Death has hit me

I'm decaying away

Forever forgotten on this highway

No one wants to scrape what's left of me off this highway

And bury me properly

They're all too busy

Driving from here to there

While I lay here.. ever so quietly

Decaying with the depressing company of silence

Time stands still

When you're road kill

This poem is about: 
Our world


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