Drifting through decaying arteries, repurposing the shell that I
have severed to withstand paralysis. Straining as my eyes lose
the ability to see, displaced by my disease pursuing darkness.
Instinct will carry me across a fragile plain to burn in the
deficiency of sun. Scatter my remains when the flesh withers
away. Remember me for all I failed to be when my misery comes
to an end. Deliver me to a place I’ll never leave, I wish I could feel
safer in my skin. Chiseling my name into the clouds to alleviate
the burden of the dead that wander without direction. Depart
from the existence I’ve denounced, embedded in the souls that I
once lead. Sewing strings of separation in the centre of a storm.