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 ****