My Decay

first stage I am decaying Right in this very moment Actually tasting, enjoying the very process of it Shrinking, dehydrating Burning some high dangerous levels of vitality Wasting layers My body. Eating its own share of sustainable proteins Radical speed approach Passing and pissing time Withering through an extremely tight and yet scattered carcass. I’m only being anxious And curious Hard dealing with my own entropic other one Betting on high cards Dreaming at perfect figures Of light. second stage Trapped in head Vast no rental charge area Only life billing Strange negotiating skills Refined sand through my teeth How am I suppose to recognize The better From myriads? I choose only to gaze Very slow and indefinite pace Edges everywhere Sadistic sharp corners Tortuous shades and blinding Violet lights Cutting right throughout my clenched bowels. That’s definitely not a very good moment Or space To take a crap and have a smoke. final stage There’s never, anything final about it.