Dirt

Dirt surrounds me,
It cleanses my clothes;
Bathes me in my sins.
I’m in unholy ground.
Letting myself be eaten,
Feeling my own skin rot,
Grounding my bones to dust.
Disappearing into the earth
And being forgotten by all;
By the harsh sunlight,
By the cruel moon.
Because i am nothing.
Because i am dead.

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