Grave Robbers

Couldn’t decide if it was priceless or useless,
But that just made me want it more,
Strapped on my backpack and took to the trail,
Roleplaying the John with the conscience of a whore.
Let us see what the maggots have left,
With only the knowledge of the self,
I’ll just lay here and be dead,
That’s what the mummy’s mother said.
These bones are overpriced relics,
Of a flesh that was so cheap-thrill-cheap,
But this extinct animal has a soul,
You don’t covet the sacred-seed if all you do is reap.
Let us see if time has consumed the whole,
Or left any physical evidence of a soul,
I’ll just sit and watch the silence feed,
The good samaritans of this evil deed.
It was just a long way to nowhere,
But here we are,
It’s hard to believe this black hole,
Used to be a star.