Gone

Tongue, speechless
Mind, thoughtless
Lungs, breathless
Body, lifeless
Am I going somewhere?
Coming from somewhere?
Or am I there already?
With no sense of direction
Like a lump of bones and flesh, I walk
I feel no joy
I feel no pain
There's just one thing I feel
Darkness crawling up on me from all sides
Taking in every speck of white
As it makes its way towards the dead centre of me
I'm gone

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