dead already

I look in the glass at my decaying face,
Like a rose at its end leaves falling away,
Like a ghost in the light fading away,
A fight I can't win I am dying today,

Though don't cry for me dear mourn you should not,
For I am used to this now it happens alot,
It bothers me not as it happens so often,
My body has hardened into my spirits own coffin,

Once I remember my heart jumped out my chest,
I cried so long once my eyes rolled out my head,
There once was a time i sat screaming so hard,
My voice rotted to nothing and into the dark,
A time my poor soul froze over and over,
I tried to hang on but it got colder and colder,

Yes there are many ways to die before death,
A hundred more to live without breath,
Many days pass I wait for my grave,
And death visits always day after day,
So I am numb now to  the constant replay,
I don't feel a thing I don't panic or scream,
There is nothing of death I haven't already seen,

So as i sit watching my own decayed face,
I know there is time before the end of my days,
And one day he will come and take me away,
But todays just a day that I am dying again.