Depersonalization
Death. I’m slowly dying.
My world leaves me furiously crying.
My fight is forever fleeting.
My soul being eaten while my flesh being beaten.
My drive constantly diminishing.
I’ll be gone before I have time for thinking.
So I must think fast
Because time is ticking
Hour by gruesome hour
My skin begins it’s bleeding.
This entity in me is breeding
And refusing my heart from beating.
Slowly my life is ending.
The moon is desperate to save me.
But I quickly demolish the rescuing
To fully embrace the poisoning.
I hear a gunshot sounding
And my heart ceases it’s pounding.
No longer am I just dying
As for living,
I’m now worthlessly trying.