Graveyard

Ants, ants all over me in every hole of mine, bugging me, eating me one piece at a time, it would hurt if I hadn't stoped feeling anything a long time ago, I wonder when I'll lose my sanity, my ability to think, things are quite different right here, cold, quiet, there's nothing to do anymore and I can't move, I wish I wasn't here, I wish I could leave, but I can't, I can't even get up or simply breathe it truly sucks to be dead.