I, I am

Paranoia and worry eat at me,
Like vultures on fresh carrion,
I am the putrid smell that's source you cannot hide,
I am the animal on the side of the freeway,
I am the rat stuck in the wall,
I am the bird trapped in the fireplace,
Reeking,
Rotting,
Discolored,
Flesh,
Eyes glazed over,
A statue made by rigamortis,
A feast to parasites,
They squirm inside,
Feeding on what once was living,
I am unaware of them,
For I am unaware of everything,
I am unawareness now itself,
That even,
In the void,
The abyss after death,
Something still eats me,
Inside,
Out.