Rotting Poem<3

..My body rots while flowers grow.

My body is rotting.

While the beautiful flowers grow.

One day, I believe.

The angels will come and sing for me and for the beautiful flowers.

I rot everyday to make the flowers grow beautifully, so the angels may come.

The flowers dont say thanks but they keep asking for more of my rots and blood,

And I do give them what they desire without saying a fucking word.

My body is rotting once again,

While the beautiful flowers grow once again.

I wait for the angels to come and sing,

They do come.

But they thank the beautiful flowers that take every inch of my soul and heart to grow, and every rot of my body and drops of my blood to grow,

And I never got a thanks in all of this shit.

I do not ask for gifts and love,

I do not ask to take a flower from their roots.

I ask for a “Thank You”

That will never come for me.