the decaying man.
I scratch my face and between my fingernails and my skin there are pieces of myself.
There's a stench that I can't wash away. The smell so repugnant I've sealed the doors.
My movements are slow, my bones creak inside me, and the tissues loosen from them.
I've been hiding in the shadows and I cannot find the sun. The breeze does not reach me, and love has left my soul.
They do not know my destiny. They do not know I am cursed to this.
I'm dying alive. My body is decomposing and as the days go by I can feel how everything's rotting.
There's only misery in my living. I hope no more.
I will always stay like this. That's a knowledge I do have. As death will not come for me. I'll forever be the decaying man.












