It's not you, it's me
As they say

You act as if someone died
They say
Someone did, in fact, die
But it's not you, it's me

Blood has turned cold in my veins
Brains without oxygen
Muscles already stiff
Fake smile glued to my face
Traces of decay almost invisible

One day, there'll be no more left
Just some teeth, some hair
On top of rotting flesh
The piercing smell of betrayal
With a hint of loneliness

Dirt like a blanket
Tucking me in
My skull still smiling
With hollow eyes
So long, my broken heart