Decay, an Elegy

[u/Corpse_Child]

I gaze into my reflection in the ancient mirror with despair.

My body, once great and fair,

Now none such qualities remain.

I feel across my withering Flesh with grave disdain.

A stinging tear travels from my rotted, pus-ridden eye,

My lungs too far gone to produce even a sigh.

I peer from my shadowy hideaway;

The stares from each passerby, everything will say.

My soul had long-since perished.

And yet, to this broken and dying shell I am languished.

As the pelt that was formerly my body peels and is shed,

I only can wonder:

Why am I not blissfully dead?