My body decayed beneath the crackling leaves,
The downy, white mildew, and the rotten timber.
My wounds were weeping a ghastly, yellow pus,
And beneath the pine needles, I began to shiver.

My finger nails tearing at the moist, swarthy soil,
I scratched at the earth until my cuticles were raw.
Brambles and twigs gashing the pasty, thin hands,
The streams of blood created a hazy, red waterfall.

Then, beneath the incandescent, silver moonlight,
My body decomposed and I shut my restless eyes.
With a heart that was at a standstill, I bid my time
Until my putrefying flesh lay to rest in the orchid night.