beyond the edge destination ahead
circling vultures soon to be fed.
senses failing, eyes on the brain,
finally ending that internal pain.
one drop that seizes on its way down
as it reaches the curve of a permanant frown.
now 20 below body turning to stone.
defining true meaning of being alone.
filth in the air lungs expanding for more.
searching deep down to the depth of the core.
uncontrollable movement forming an unknown shape
rigomortis enters, as spirits escape.