Deteriorate

The love I deserve is a love worthy of death…

And not the man who died on the cross kind.

No.

A death so brutal,

Where my skin is shredded like shrap metal.

My bones splinter and deteriorate.

My organs have become rotten and the maggots have made their home.

Brain matter has turned into jello and my skull has been cracked open like an egg.

My blood has become spoiled and now smells sour as if it was milk left out for weeks in the summer heat.

It’s where pigs come and feast upon my body as a personal buffet, like newborn kittens suckling on their mom’s teet.

The pigs then shapeshift into their final form after finishing my body.

Sadistic grins form upon their faces as the devils of my sins relapse on their victory of another life lost.

The dogs have come to eat the bones and vultures have now gathered in a ritualistic circle around my bare-boned corpse

The wolves have now shown up and ran off the wild bunch as I watch my final moments be taken over by a mind other than my own.