Making my way to the circle of druids
Thickit with ticks bellies full of my fluids
Blood fills my shoes as I shred through the brambles
Crows pick at the bugs in my flesh and ramble
Small curses stab at me from beak
Protesting the sickening end that I seek
Maggot mouthed traveler poisons air with my wreak
Battered corpse I stumble on for uncountable weeks
I beseech the trees to release me from toil
Uplift their roots and let me lay in the soil
This pain is mine and I swallow it with dirt
It's not enough to suffer I...