my decay

im rotting 

my skin is pale and I wear dark clothes 

like the ones id wear in my casket 

my mind is filled with holes and worms 

my stomach acid has turned nuclear 

my lungs are filled with moss and mushrooms

my spine is split in two half 

my blood is thick and dark 

my heart is the only thing still pulsing with life 

its reasoning

a ghost of touch 

your hand presses on my chest

attempting to resuscitate 

my hearts struggling to pump the thick blood 

but you keep on

my blood is thinner flowing more easily through my heart 

my brain repairs itself the holes patched and the worms back into nerves 

my stomach no longer hurts 

my lungs are clear 

I can breath

my spine is one 

my skin is full of life once more and I smile up at you 

im not rotting anymore