Sometimes I think I died;
Unmoving, unblinking, unfeeling.
Poison sits in my veins.
It doesn't flow, it preserves me.
A grinning death mask
Hides what rots inside.
Empty mind, still heart.
Unaware of those that mourn what
I once was,
Unable to comprehend.
Hair grows, hours fade.
Yes, sometimes I think I died.
I'm just waiting to be
Laid to rest.