I've died and gone to hell I think
Tortured hundreds of ways
Times have never been darker
Ran out of words I dare not say

Every letter comes up to the back of my throat
And forget how to make them sound right
Rhyme and reason spilled on paper
Because my windpipe is too tight

If I was still alive and well
Each time I try to take a breath
I would inhale air into my lungs
Not suffocate like meeting death

Die a little more every day
I'd stop it if I were able
Have no choice but to become a ghost
An invisible body
Unstable

Amount of change I've experienced
Lifespan doesn't even compare
To the process of decomposition
Decaying skin I wear

Sense no longer lives here
It's only madness in my mind
Cannot form a rational idea
Ever since you left me behind

The noise of the moving planet
Has faded into the background
Now that I haunt my family home
Television static is the only sound

I listen for a heartbeat
Or a pulse of any sort
But when referring to any signs of life
My senses come up short

No blood courses through these dusty veins
There lies no color in my skin
Drained of remaining energy
A walking corpse the vessel I'm in

Temperature of my tissue has dropped
Down to an icy degree
Muscles frozen in place by fear
Shadows consuming all I see

Bit by bit my spirit rots slowly
My heart already still
Numb to every emotion but one
The agony is too strong to ****