Decaying.
Everything I am and everything I touch,
All eternally decaying.
That's who I am.
That's the only thing I'll ever be.
My hands,
A swift and abrupt transition from living to dead, and from dead to nothing.
The ends of my fingers hold nothing but crumbling bones that too decays all else it'll hold.
My face,
Just like my hands and feet
Decaying forever, decaying in the dark.
After all, there's nothing to show
It's not for anyone else to know.
Though I am eternally cursed
This form I took was entirely my choice
For I am the embodiment of decay
And that's who I will decidedly stay
What people perceive me as, I have no control over
Ugly
Foul
Disgusting
Eerie
I accept them all whole heartedly
For I am decay.
For I am decaying.
YOU ARE READING
Test Story
HorrorThis is basically just me writing a bunch of stories to amuse myself lmao. They're also just to explore concepts and experiences.
