He clutches his stomach and quivers in agony
The feeling of Void has consumed his appetite
Now he lays there doing nothing all day but gazing at the ceiling fan
Slowly rotting away like a banana peel that has been left out for weeks on the kitchen counter
His ribs poke out of him like they're reaching for help
But no word, not even a cry comes out from his deteriorating body
Sunlight peeks out of the curtain giving the pile of bones a faint glimmer
His shirt like a blanket covering most of the destroyed body frame
His face sucked in and dry, and his lips shattered and chapped
His body screams for help but he wont speak
He his left there for the Void to consume him
And rots.
