On the side of the road I lie,
The ants begin to eat out my eyes,
Forever staring in eternal night,
Never again will my wings take flight.

My body slowly rots,
The heart within me stops,
My bones curl up in knots,
Fading like my bright yellow spots.

Rodents make meals of my lungs,
Aware my last song has been sung,
Waiting patiently for a simple sound,
But here I lay, never found.