A Corpse Without A Coffin – Day 20, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Sussurations of an abandoned forest envelop my eardrums.
Sweat drips down my arms as sly as a fox stalking its prey.
My mind is engorged by hysteria with every bite I take.
Am I just a walking carcass the more I stick a fork inside of my body,
Just to mask my pain?
On most days,
I feel dead anyway.
Until I spring back to life from a bed that became my,
Dinner table where each bit of food for thought rots as I waste away.
As a man no one thinks is worthy of finding out if he’s ever,
Okay…