There is death inside of me,
a cruel stench that overwhelms,
there is no escape from the darkness I see,
no way to guide this ship by its helm.
There is a cold silence deep down,
a frozen wasteland bent on destruction,
minimal movements have left me with a frown,
sooner or later I will need a facial reconstruction.
There is a dull thump coming from within,
a harsh murmur from a lonely heart,
pushing through I should give in,
to push away the pain in death a new start.
There is a sadness in the eyes,
a hollowed view for those who see,
a glass stain reflecting the sky,
a lost vision of who he used to be.