My days

Clouds over me hang grey,
The nights whispers stray.
Ice falls all around,
My body hangs above the ground.

But I can't die,
This just another fails attempt.
Now I'm stuck,
And I feel maggots inside me fuck.

Watching my skin rot,
My hands tremble over my pocket.
Knife in hand,
I plunge it into both eyes repeatedly.

Blind now,
I can lose my mind.
What I've managed to hold onto,
As whats left flows through the gapes in my skull.

Once more taking the knife,
I cut the rope.
What little strength I have left I use to stumble,
The rocky trail that leads to my tomb..