Tear apart my skin,
let the insects in,
share the rot within,
see my juices flow.

Rip this body apart,
eat my chunks of meat,
drink blood from my heart,
make my self complete.

Bake my fat and fingers,
gnaw my bones thin,
my motherless stench lingers
from the blade of your knife.

Hear my pulse stop,
my breath vanish to fog,
my blood run stale and dry,
the empty void thrive.

End my meaningless life,
boil my brain and spine,
consume me whole and through,
drink my ego soup.

Watch my thread unroll,
the fiber take its toll,
my liquid stir and stroll,
my pieces float and sink.

Open my ribs wide,
spread them to my sides,
look where my entrails hide,
ajar me until I creak.

Drink my ego soup,
munch my nerve's root,
let struggle shift to sooth,
this poison drain away.

The storm brings night to day.