Petrified and putrefied

My heart is awash in despicable despair
Sliming up my insides like it's always been there.
Threads of hope tear from me,
And bloody pools of hopelessness collect and putrefy.
Inconsolable yet dry-eyed, despairing yet smiling,
I walk upright in a forest of darkness and terror.
Weighted down by the horror. The sheer horror that is the replay.
Petrified I sit, rocking the chair
Unable to feel, unable to care.
I gather dust in this nothing.
There is nothing but this.