What Lies Within

The rain,

it kisses my skin,

it falls,

like a curtain so thin,

and I lay,

where I once stood still

and it hurts,

to know I can't win,

so I wish,

that it was just a dream,

but death,

smiles at me with a grin,

and the maggots,

inside my body they will,

wander,

and my insides they'll fill,

and flowers,

will grow from under my skin,

and my body,

it's about to begin,

to perish,

but not what lies within.