D

A Living Cremation

I breathed in the world and succumbed to it
when insanity's numbing potion coursed through my veins
Withering my bones
Tattering my voice
I became a living cremation begging for salvation
while slowly crumbling onto the pale muck
sinking, disintergrating within it
I fade into the air and embrace its stench
as it dematerializes my existence