Wings

I can't take it anymore.
I can feel the shadows closing in on me,
their gnarled, bony fingers clawing at my flesh,
ripping it all away, stripping me to the bone.
Exposed.
Nothing but a quivering pile of raw meat,
my eyes are open but the world has faded into grey
and all that's left is
Static.
I'm rotting, peeling away, and dying
from the inside out.
I want to cry out,
to SCREAM
into the blackness, back into mortal realms
for somebody, Anybody
to save me, love me, give me some reason to Exist,
but my blackened, charred lips refuse to comply
and Crumble away.
My unspoken plea resonates in the darkness
an empty echo of Ice
shattering the silence,
suffocating me…
again.

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