"Irrelevant Poem"

Irrelevant Poem As gods found they were but Human, we found we were Sucking haplessly on broken glass, like Worms in the deep, damp soil, Chewing on death’s remains. The stench of rotten flesh Becomes us, for Idle souls drown within themselves, Asphyxiated on thoughts that were Merely born of the mind, They were enough to Nail the coffins. Trapped painfully between Claustrophobic walls, constructed from Songs wrought in the Heads of all others. The walls growing tall surround me The worms chew upon my face, and I cannot breath… I cannot breath.