shriveled, warm, crisp, dry
endless continuations of
endless expanses of
endless endless endless
words don't feel like words any more
fading, already faded
nearly almost faded away
nothing's the same as how it
used to be.
even those fade.
everything's the same now.
dialogue, internal / external
the voices, even they all think the same
deterioration. half-hearted resistance
refuses to raise its eyes
stare into my eyes, tell me what you see.
i've been blinded; colours of flamboyant life
but still, i can see that you are
look at me.
no such mercy.
stare. i can see you fade away.