moult

And so I sit, and I sit, and I sit.

In the pool of my blood

And the grave of my skin

And so I sit, and I sit, and I sit.

No tears left to cry,

No skin left to shed

And so I sit, and I sit, and I sit.

The taste of metal on my tongue,

And the pain of pulling it out.

And so I sit, and I sit, and I sit.

My eyeballs pulled out,

And the hollow clarity that followed

And so I sit, and I sit, and I sit.

All alone with myself,

While my brain tries to hold on

And so I sit, and I sit, and I sit.

Breathing for one last time,

Until I can't anymore.