Slimy droppings
Oozes over his body
A body so big
A brain the size of a mustard seed
forest he owns
with no trees
Flies buzzing around
Crossed eyes
There he stands
crouching...
His wounded skin boils
Mice infesting his lungs..
A beast breeds in his heart
His forehead is growing moldy
A century
ten decades
hundred years
Thirty six thousand five hundred twenty four days
Ticks away
Memories made
but not remembered
Beneath the moon
he stands
He awaits his bride
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ok...this is a little odd. care to explain?
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