cavities fill my teeth
and the rot travels quickly
to my brain
leaving humongous holes
which ooze
with thoughts
and spill
my blood

the walls are trying
to **** me
with their
flawed and
suffocating
design

shreds of skin
flake from my
feet as I try to run
from the memories
which continuously
haunt me

I died a long
time ago

and my life
is my grave

my heart is my tombstone

and my thoughts are
the dirt that
covers my bones