Mirage.

funeral.

I see my fingertips fading

Disappearing quietly

The inkstains

Your tears

The feeling of

Your hand in mine

I feel them slipping and

Disappearing

I dream of it

Of my arms disappearing

My arms that sheltered

What I loved

A soiled plant

An abandoned child

My despair and modesty

You

I see my shoulders disappearing

Along with the disposed

Tribulations

The discarded obligations

Towards the world

I feel so light on my feet

But they have faded away too

My head is in the clouds

I am no longer grounded

I am no longer a part of the worldly pleasures

I am no longer at liberty to touch the lilacs and the cherry blossoms in the meadow

I can't walk the soil that I have reaped

I cannot feel the dew wetting my soles

My soul

My face has faded far before but I pay no heed

I regret it now when I am beginning to lose my eyes

I cannot see how far I am gone

I cannot see if my skeleton will lay withered

If it will turn to dust

Obliterate

I keep seeing myself evanescing

Is my mind obscure

Or is it time

Is time erasing me?

My sunsets and midnights?

I feel they have no meaning

That they are monotonic

Ghosts of the present

Slipping into the

Quicksand

Am I sinking?

I am dying

Every day

Every moment

Every second

Now.

I am breathing my funeral.

I am murdering myself.