I would write about the concept of human,
But the words feel filthy on my tongue-
Sand and grit grinding between my teeth,
Lodged in my gums,
Being forced down my throat.
I would rather swallow the words
Than explain what it is to be human...
What it’s like to rot slowly,
Having flesh turn to dust
Before my own eyes
(which are also becoming blind)...
What it’s like to feel the powerful pump
Prolong its pain as it gradually seizes...
And the worst of all...
What it is like to witness the unceasing decay-
Not the staling of blood,
Or the deterioration of tissue,
But the continuous decline
Of morality.