Decayed it felt,
Dismayed it felt;
Stale it felt,
And pale it felt.
Bizarre thou art,
Of foulest part;
A jarring scar,
Best kept afar.
Cadaver, O cadaver—
I will stay far away,
In thy decay thou stay’st.
I will stay miles away,
Where thy foul-grey corpse lies.
I will never choose thee,
Nor taste thy bitter brew;
I will never open thee,
For breathless-blue art thou.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC
Decayed it felt,
Dismayed it felt;
Stale it felt,
And pale it felt.
Bizarre thou art,
Of foulest part;
A jarring scar,
Best kept afar.
Cadaver, O cadaver—
I will stay far away,
In thy decay thou stay’st.
I will stay miles away,
Where thy foul-grey corpse lies.
I will never choose thee,
Nor taste thy bitter brew;
I will never open thee,
For breathless-blue art thou.
