Relapsing through time With one disturbing image.
Time travels back to the day of.
I have become undone.
Restless nights fill my eyes heavy with baggage.
I am a corpse_wanting to be numb . Wanting to be away. Wanting to be free.
Whispering secrets to my fellow corpses, but they have all gone.
Are all disintegrating  in this muck full of lies and deceit.
Who am I to turn too?
I whispered my secret to my beloved corpse but he is no longer there.
Fast asleep, in the most innocence of dreams , while I lay, wide awake. Heart pounding . Palms sweaty, limbs shaking, mind racing. And he is ... Gone.
I whispered my secret to my beloved corpse and he cannot hear.