My righteous self decadence it breeds forth suffering of a new kind An event of unfathomable torture thrust upon me Dermis separating at the atom Peeling back to the nape of the neck Continues to unzip my shell I find comfort in that I can't feel The fissures of my skull disintegrate Cerebellum affected first disables my sense of balance Occipital lobe shredded to render me completely blind Parietal lobes replaced with a necrotic gel Viciously spinning internal abyss No sight to my eyes, sensations amiss Grasping at air to hold myself still My martyr's purpose was not to kill I hear language that I don't understand I feel pain that I can't understand I hear language that I don't understand I feel pain that I can't understand Am but a spiraling consciousness In a corpse made senseless Exist here only for torturing Fragments of grey matter rotting away My brain stem decays into nothing but dust