goddess of weather - spins her wool in my ear

gossip and woes of angels - i do hear

unknown vile i keep inside

dwindles and disappears - when she is by my side

she sings her song

her praise of life

that i know not of

my journal lay unopened in my lap

it has not opened since the day i began to rot

cannot someone smell my rot in the air?

cannot someone smell my decomposition?

cannot someone free me?

free me as i live

as i live but am dead

i am dead