day 82 . grave

all just a blur
glistening buzz
elevated mood
as i spin around
self made torment
breathing in toxic waste
embracing the corruption
as decay eats away my soul
grinning at the early dusk
for nightime is when i drown
turn to undead vessel for sins
gushing out nothing but stench
of rotting flowers i lie on
right next to your grave

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