I believe my lungs have just let
go of their last breath
I feel them begin to collapse inside me
my heart gradually slows its rhythmic beating
my body bends, knees fall, arms thrown
down and encircling my legs and torso
my skin begins to shrivel and I hear
a bone slowly brush off it's
white surface, eroding down
in between my muscled arms and legs
my eyes had closed, mouth slowly agape
hands and feet that have explored so
many surfaces, now fall flat
no longer moving and instead resting gently on the ground
I choke on the air around me and let myself
go to a better world filled of white
a cold, lifeless shell is all I've left behind
no emotions anymore, nothing soft and
warm to live on with
my bones crumble now, my
skin withers away
I turn to dust, no longer
sad anymore.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
I believe my lungs have just let
go of their last breath
I feel them begin to collapse inside me
my heart gradually slows its rhythmic beating
my body bends, knees fall, arms thrown
down and encircling my legs and torso
my skin begins to shrivel and I hear
a bone slowly brush off it's
white surface, eroding down
in between my muscled arms and legs
my eyes had closed, mouth slowly agape
hands and feet that have explored so
many surfaces, now fall flat
no longer moving and instead resting gently on the ground
I choke on the air around me and let myself
go to a better world filled of white
a cold, lifeless shell is all I've left behind
no emotions anymore, nothing soft and
warm to live on with
my bones crumble now, my
skin withers away
I turn to dust, no longer
sad anymore.
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