the soul sat there
a hollow shell
a soft layer of dust gathering
absent of all light

it’s dark in here
i often wonder if i’m breathing
am i hearing my bones fall apart
the shards falling against walls

they tell you to trust the fire
but the flames charred my mind
left behind a rubble
the concept of trust turned to ash

i’ve become my own antagonist
unable to process care
constant disbelief in others
my demise was always inevitable

how long have I been asleep
lying with my eyes
desperately holding onto life
leaving a blank space where my existence once laid

death hasn’t claimed me yet
but the emptiness has
so i go through the motions
and wonder if i’m breathing