Rot

Once I stood here strong
my breath inside her
shedding no tears for my past
wasted all on a departed mind
a blood flows so easily
when weak the largest mountain climbed
when strong it sings no praise
so ends a mindless time
that storm I knew so well will rage once more
before my time is passed
growing onions in my grass
and macaroons adorn my walls
beds appear and disappear
while sheds rot in hell and feel no fear
broken heads rot on my spherical face
a mind to die and leave this place
oh to be alone