And how?

With bitter decay, I've felt my heart gone to ruin. Behind its cage of bone, flesh, and cartilage.

And when the sinews break and the heart sinks to the stomach, I feel a retching in the back of my throat. All the synapses in the nervous system start to snap.

I feel cold. I wonder what death feels like. Hands plunged in ice, but still the forehead sweats.

Lumbering between doorways and up and down halls. Collapse on the bed and pretend to not feel anything at all.

And just sleep. Restlessly.