i am
slowly
dieing.
keep me
away
from the things
i am sure to do,
then regret.
i am eroding away
into dirt.
magots are eatting my flesh.
i'm still awake.
but they are feasting on my thoughts.
magots.
laying eggs.
taking over,
slowly,
but surely.
i still live in my body,
reluctant to leave.
they keep chewing,
away at my tissues.
i am no longer in control.