Entropy

My first poem in quite a while, I might be a bit rusty.

I sink into the blackness
As if I were a new moon
In my room, under the thick cover
Door shut, window shut, eyes shut, mind shut
I'm a cocoon with all my thoughts packed in
A pure virgin of skin and blood
I have reached total inertia
I'm a clock on the wall
They've forgotten to wind

Why need I do anything at all
Anyway
That list of to dos
Is only paper and ink
A mere litter of babies crying out to me
But I do not here them anymore
Instead I hear only how the black air
Slithers by and coils around me
And whispers to stay

I try to forget how to move
Forget that I have arms and legs
Or a heart beating somewhere inside
I subtract layer after layer of my body
Peeling away like an onion
Until all that remains is a consciousness
Lingering in absence
Knowing only that eventually
It must return to the world