looking in. a black widow crawls out of my mouth and down my bloody chin. i am suspended with bed sheets constricting my throat. hanging from the bars in the window
watching myself decompose. perception without confinement
distorted interpretations. washed away by the blood that runs from my flesh
a vision of death. what i saw through the eyes of my flesh
just a glimpse of what lies beneath the surface. i can see through the blindfold
shedding light on the lies that my eyes told. death embraces me tighter than my life ever did
cradling my weary soul. filling the void
filling the hole. i always had that feeling in the back of my head
the feeling that i would be better off dead. no home
nowhere to go
only an empty world to roam. so desolate and cold
i am alone. bloated and rotting
the rats feed on my flesh. to them i leave my inheritance. they digest and shit me out
returning my flesh to the earth. returning my flesh to the earth