the womb
the womb is a coffin
as children are expelled,
more dead than alive,
into this world
and we come into this day
with the umbilical cord
wrapped around our necks
the worms eat only death away
but we come dead into this day
please, put me where the worms can find me
back into the womb, the eternal casket
where truth devours all the lies
that we held true in our meaningless lives
put me where all we took for granted
is stripped away and torn asunder
where eternity stretches into the endless horizon
wash away this slow death
wipe away the condensation of my last breath
that still lingers on the window
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