She walks to me.
An ethereal being.
An earthbound ghost.

I reach out to try to touch her.
Her image shatters at my fingertips,
Like a reflection in water.

She speaks to me.
A whisper on the wind.
A parting message.

Strips of cloth hang from her body.
She is dressed in decay,
So obviously stolen from her grave.

She stares at me.
A haunting image,
A living nightmare.

Her body is falling apart.
Nothing more than a skeleton,
Rotting away so beautifully.

She is what I am.
A slow, silent decay,
What I have always been.
Stalking me, haunting me,
I will never escape this dream.

Stripping, ripping everything away,
I am dressed in her decay.
Skeletal decay.
What I will be, what I have been.

Take me away.
Take me, Skeletal Decay.