I will be here, I will be right here
Waiting on closure with the pungent smell of my rotting corpse.
You will not see me decompose from up there. You will only feel me as close as the dirt between us.
Our distance divided by the living maggots that have been birthed from my body's existence
Crawling and feeding on me in manifestation.
My body still young but my heart too fragile to run it.
I will be here with the smell of sweet fragrance on my rotting meat.
Waiting on the sound of your pitter patter rummaging through the leaves as you take a seat in front of my stone.
And I will know you are here when your visit awakens my demons from its hunger to your flesh covered in remorseful scent.