Pick the bones
And bones with a pick
Strip the flesh
You already took away the rest

Heart is missing
What's left of the brain is starting to mold over
Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over

Will someone find what's left of my dignity?
Along with what's left of my reaching or ability?
I don't know, to be perfectly frank
This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank