embrace the rot . . . shes lonely like you

decay, futility

mold, asymmetry

she's wrong, born sick

but she doesn't control laws of life, she just follows them.

when you die, you will rot

but who else holds you through the rigor and bloat?

not the mother you were born from.

she loves you, and she's not something to be afraid of.

embrace the rot... 

she's lonely like you.