goddess of weather - spins her wool in my ear

gossip and woes of angels - i do hear

unknown vile i keep inside

dwindles and disappears - when she is by my side

she sings her song 

her praise of life

that i know not of 

my journal lay unopened in my lap

it has not opened since the day i began to rot

cannot someone smell my rot in the air?

cannot someone smell my decomposition?

cannot someone free me? 

free me as i live

as i live but am dead 

i am dead