Wish this could be dusted off To relive, I digress No revival possible Decomposition in terminal stage These ghosts hauntingly tear at my sanity Clear out, let me be Where is the rest of me How have I become so transparent No rising, no falling Bound to this post mortem specter Nothing is left for me Nothing is here for me Completely leveled plateau Serene background noise plays Slows down on Sensory overload Peace washes over, easy inhale Lungs rushed with water Sensory overload Concrete-like body plunging towards the end Waving my arms struggling, afloat Floundering muscles are of no help now Relax and let go, fall into abyssal condition Straining everything and still nothing yet