Rotting Corpse

by oncest

Summary:

I am once again here to bring you lame poetry in the perspective of a south park character because that’s what I do now I guess

My corpse rots as bugs eat away at it. The smell of my decaying flesh and organs hangs in the air and attracts more bugs. Soon I will be nothing but bone.

I am not alive, but I am sentient. I can feel it all. Even still, every bite hurts less and less every time. I do not feel despair or sadness. I just feel bitter.

My body is on display for everyone to see, and yet, nobody can see anything. They all think I am the same as before. I am not.

The only thing I can do about this is give the bugs to another corpse. I don’t have the heart to do that. I don’t know if I even have a heart anymore. Besides, it wouldn’t truly fix my problem, I would just be dragging someone else down with me. Either way, I am destined to rot until my organs and flesh are no more.

My corpse rots as bugs eat away at it. Bugs eat away at me and nobody cares.

I am a rotting corpse and nobody cares.

Notes:

If this doesn’t make anything sense then just interpret this however you like I can’t be bothered going into depth tbh