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My sorrow is but a fancy word for death 

the constant pet of a still heart  

Caressing my back  

While I nap in my coffin  

A still corpse full of life  

Full of growing grass and squirming maggots 

Bird feet that sink into my compost  

A shadow of what I was 

I am alive 

With the energy I have passed on to nature  

Who knew my end could be so sweet 

If only I could have rejoiced  

In my beating heart  

Doosh... doosh.... doosh. 

Nothing but a flimsy carcass 

I am a weeping memory of my hopes  

My future but a skid on a pulse  

I am a mistake of a human  

A lost potential  

Land ho - I am but an island of regrets 

In the middle of a deep, blue sea.  

Pull up on my misfortune 

Set anchor on the depth of my adversity