Dead and asleep in my coffin
My senses rendered useless

My stiff fingers can feel no textures-
My soulless eyes stare blankly, receiving no image, no colors,
no beautiful sights-
My ears hear not the crickets, the owls, and the whispering breezes above-
My nose can’t smell the stench of death no matter how decayed
I grow-
My tongue can’t taste the maggots and stale breath inside my mouth-

And my mind, alas, it too is dead-

No more thoughts
Of love and hate
Of joy and sorrow
Of disgust and of desire

Nothing else can ever again be experienced by my body…

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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