Path

Here, on this very same path. I'll walk, run, die. Agian all on that same path. Strangle by the brambles Pierce by the branches Bury by the dirt I'll die here. Bloody spots all over this path. I'll rot here. Flowers or more what's left of them will cover my cadaver. Bugs will lay on my corpse Ramp in and out of my eyes Create new tears After all I Bleed blue As I'm decomposing My body, my corpse, my cadaver Will become the new path Be one with the dirt You'll walk on me, You won't even notice Maybe just the blood spits.