I curse you with every piece
Of the soul you wish me to have
Yet I will bear your presence

For I know
One day soon you'll find yourself
Buried alive on the edge of the Grand Canyon

In the dark you'll feel
The worms and spiders and beetles
Crawling in and out of your
eyes and ears and mouth and nose
And they will be
Your only friends

I'll sit six feet above you
Listening to your panicked screams
Until everything is quiet
Even the sound of your voice in my head
Will be silent
forever