I see red and my lungs are filled with scarlet ashes

Teeth fallen out as my eyes stray from the lake

As I pick at the holes in my skin thin tight gashes

I lay here to ponder why the maggots eat me in my wake

Or the axe in my head as it teeters away from the patches

Of fallen off skin from my shell as in under the it goes to bake

As the children run around me shedding their lashes

My skull shows the lack of effort it really took for my life is to take