R-Existence

Existence

Leaving ajar a door, long closed allowing a small chance of exit.
Locked in and stored with my demons I look for no way out
I don't wish to leave this domain for it holds my truths securely
within it's walls.
No one can see my demons, only me.

In my minds mirror, I stand to horrify anyone who would glance in at
me.
As my skin falls from my body and all beneath is exposed grotesque and
decaying
As it slowly dies. I stand in fear of the other side of the door and
what awaits me there should I ever cross the threshold to that place.
The place all but forgotten. I am being eaten alive. Each rip of my
flesh each tear of matter from my body fed to swine.

Parasites feast on living remains, which are mine,
They are," me".
Living dead behind this door I cannot open.
Regurgitated from life long ago to exist in this place
I do, exist in this place.

As nothing remains inside
Hollow, I am the prey to that which lives in my seclusion
That feeds upon self-esteem and morality
In a frenzy digesting me before I can replenish anything at all.

This tiny space
The slightest air between the door and the outside has lessened
Day by day, closing the gap, how much longer before it is no longer
ajar but sealed closed?
With blind eyes I can't see beyond.
With a stagnant brain I cannot think beyond.
With a hollow heart I cannot feel beyond.

Entombed in myself
I breathe
I seek no exit
Until that space is sealed
Perhaps there is a chance
Just a glancing hope
Someone will enter.