Little Maggot how dare you be cruel to me

I'm dead 

For you I lie



Waiting and depending on you to break me down

I had my walls but you had to knock them down

How can I refuse?

When it's you that I choose

to come as I decompose

For you.

You see me at my weakest moments

Revealing all my components


All you did was leave me dry

For a maggot to turn into a fly.

Left me all skin and bones

Took all my meat as if you were making my clone

All so I can help you develop into something better

How did I lay here dead?

And manage to forget...


I had my walls before this

But you had to knock them down.

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