Decay.
Your skin burns.
Your cold.
Your bones have icicles.
Your heart is dying.
Your blood slows.
It is pumping thickly in your ears.
Your eyes lose focus.
Your brain is thick with fog.
Your breathing slows.
Shallow against your stilled lips.
The eerie calm is sinking in.
Your body is paralyzed.
You can feel it leaving now.
Everything.
It’s seeping from your skin.
Your last breath.
It’s heavy.
It’s gone.
Everything is gone…
He. Is. Gone.
