• cottontail 9w

    Slowly i can feel it.
    The words in my head.
    Starts to deteriorate.
    Crumble like dry bread.
    Am i already dead?

    Slowly i can not grasp.
    Letters flow in and out.
    What is all this about.
    A simple muter's shout.

    I am dying.

    ┬ęcottontail