Husk

Head holds brain matter

       And inky black thoughts

                And dreams without end. 

Neck swallows pride

    (like cough syrup)

And sentiment

      (like oil). 

Rib cage traps toxic atmosphere,

         Tries to convert it

Make it something positive——

          Never works. 

Stomach muscles grumble,

                  From lack of meat.

               No energy here;

                      Just empty air

                                (Time to eat). 

Legs walk aimlessly

      And feet are blistered,

To kill time. 

Arms and hands lay limp

      And wish for suicide,

Via amputation.

This temple

        Crumbles

               And

              (soon)

                  Nothing

(But brittle bone turned ash) 

                                     Will remain. 

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