Decay

Septic contamination withers your remains while decomposing your deteriorating poise,
six feet of undying pressure sends you into unavoidable sleep. wicked lies are spoken and beaten subconsciously displaying your fears, to be abused and misused. The cold and unnerving senses are turning the machinations of limitless yearning, you long to be free. Your breath begins to sway and choke, calamity starts to take control, your eyes roll back as your chest contorts and the spewing of your blood runs down your neck.
The Sleep has come to take it's place, unyielding fate of it's caustic grace.
I hope you realize you are born to decay,
your body will subside and fade away.
The Sleep will come and wash us all anyway.
When we wake we shall see the truth in faith.