Deaths cocoon

Sadness surrounds me as if deaths cocoon.
My tears no longer seen by the glow of the moon.
Blocking sinful screams from entering my head.
Trying to tell me many evil secrets of the dead.
The cocoon I'm forced to wear has become my new skin.
Making it known sadness has fully seeped in.
Suddenly the air needed to breath disappears.
As death starts creeping and is growing near.
My burning flesh reveals that I'm no longer here.