words i never said

Mute.

for months i stare with glass eyes
at the mould that creeps up my bedroom walls
and the insides of my brain
and i continue to stare
For i am paralysed from the neck down
only able to manifest the darkness of my being
and listen to the screams
from this dull grey grave i call my own.
i'm afraid to touch anything that breathes
for the fear that i'll infect them too
and only give them their own darkness to spread
forever, infinitely, a cycle.

so i sit here
day after day,
allowing my teeth and brain to rot
and grow mouldy
And i stare,
infinitely.