not my frm da net...

i haven't seen the sun in days;
its rays have given up on me.
These blinds turn white to darkest grays
and color left this place entirely.

my skin is stale, transparent film
that clings to marrowless bones, a thin
and murky veil containing veins
with little blood. Its red flow wanes

as light dissolves. and i become
a faded photograph with burned
edges, immovable and set
in stone but frail as cigarette
ashes. a carbon copy turned
true, yet inanimate and numb.