"Fuck the world" is what he said   And the bullet went straight through his head   A life forsaken sufficiency   Frustration, tensions warranty      With blatant fury life is expelled   From a once so livid shell      Crisp and leathery as the bones start to show   White fungi embrace the blackened skin   Larvae plunge through the stomach wall   The process of moulding begins      Skull fractured immensely from the bullets breath   Brain pulp protrudes from the wound   Invasion of flies in the stinky pink matter   Eyes excessively pruned      Lifeless yet still full of life   Death feeds the living   Death breeds the living   Formication beneath flesh and dirt   Death feeds the living   Death breeds the living      Inhale the bullet as he wishes to depart   From this world, without a clue   Worn down to the beat of a heart   And a triggered mind to undo      Carcass lie bloated under the sun   Rotting on a dusty mound   Soul condemned to a world beyond   The sand became his burial ground