Wish this could be dusted off
To relive, I digress
No revival possible
Decomposition in terminal stage
These ghosts hauntingly tear at my sanity
Clear out, let me be
Where is the rest of me
How have I become so transparent
No rising, no falling
Bound to this post mortem specter
Nothing is left for me
Nothing is here for me
Completely leveled plateau
Serene background noise plays
Slows down on Sensory overload
Peace washes over, easy inhale
Lungs rushed with water
Sensory overload
Concrete-like body plunging towards the end
Waving my arms struggling, afloat
Floundering muscles are of no help now
Relax and let go, fall into abyssal condition
Straining everything and still nothing yet
