~Unfelt Emotions

Unfelt Emotions

I sniffle, as frayed emotions rack my soul with blackened pain.
I try to stand, but my knees can no longer support my empty shell.
I would look for help, but my eyes have long wasted away.
The skin that once covered me in warmth, has thinned and begun to mold.
I would smile, but my mouth has been sewn shut.

I am holding hands with death.
I have no fear.
I would gladly drink the devil's water, if he offered;
Feeling it's warming taste taint my disgusting rotting mortal body.
I am becoming something more for I was nothing alive.
I am now undead, finally complete.