I wrote this shortly after finding the rotting corpse of a resident back in 2003, she was a very sweet old lady, and one of the reasons I will never venture back into Apartment management again..
Black and blue Rotting flesh What can I do to escape your grasp?
The wind carries your soul
My mind is your tomb
Liquid flesh dripping on the carpet
Liquid flesh to mark a passing
Old life Tired, eyes now gone
Maggots crawl as flies buzz
Filling my mind with memories
As tunnel vision comes
No longer here
Yet it seems you never left
Cries in the night call out your name as the wind slips through the trees
Cats sing to your passing
Forever do I grieve.