Peace in death

I slept beneath the floor boards last night, you walked over me must of been about 15 times, I smelt you through cracks I recognised that distinct Scent of rotten trout descending into my nostrils, at least I don't have to taste it anymore, death was the bitter sweet escape, you locked me in my mind, isolated me behind your face, your tounge, now you hide me under your floorboards I'm so lucky peacefully being eaten away by these beautiful rodents