I wander, fog embracing me at my waist.

Around me, the world whispers so quietly.

What a shame that secrets are being kept from me.

Further and further, on this trance of a trail.

A thirst full of lonely fills my belly,

I gulp the air, and choke.

With the numbest of numbs,

I dance to the ballad of hopelessness that seeps through the skull attached to my neck.

For the first time, I do not fear the piercing silence.

The legs below me, are mine no more.

Stones of curiosity taunt my toes with each step.

Anxious, an unknown destination lies ahead.

Through the black, I see a mouth with teeth made of railroad tracks.

Subtle echoes crawl, inviting me right in.

Soothing me, as I am swallowed by the darkness within.

Becoming blind, pupils mirroring a charming sort of misery.

Ears twitching, each sound brings a sting of someone else’s memories.

I hear slaughter, painting pictures of ****** scenes.

I bow and take my seat, surrounded by old needles and pins.

In awe, I watch as my skin melts away as I put myself to rest.

Basking in this seclusion, I hum a sickly tune.

My bones are dead petals, wilting and left to decay.

The thrumming muscle in my chest jolts,

lightning is shot from each one of my pores.

And in a fashion more graceful than death,

I disappear, leaving behind only ashes.

Whispering quietly as my remains float away.

Oh what a shame it is, that I am a secret that will forever be kept from the world.