you smell of dead flowers

Closing eyes
My room is full of
Spiders, ants
That want my rotten meat
It's humid
I am full of spiders
Bite me until its painful
I sit lonely
It's dark and hopeless
Will my body still be useful
I'm ashamed of all I am now
Make me cry until its painful

You smell of dead flowers
I smell of the sewer I rot in
I'm ashamed of all that I am now
And all I am now
Is painful