10 November 2012
In your favorite chair, autumn seen through the window, My love you did not care.
When was the last time you moved, skin turned to black, Appearance peeled and emotions cracked.
You can't sit there forever, a foul odor you have caused, Your death frozen in a painful pause.
When will they discover you, hopefully when I am gone, Darkness breaking soon, the welcoming dawn.
You got what you deserved, I wish you knew, My lovely remark, death becomes you.
Death Becomes You. • Opuss № I