Isn't it lovely

Isn't it lovely to see me down to just skin and bone.

The white crumbling down and I realize I am here.

Isn't it lovely to feel me down to just a simple soul unsown.

The tremors coming up from the boards erupt and I fly from this hiding all alone.

Isn't it lovely to smell just me burning down to these embers only to be your ghost.

The scorching pain radiating from these fears and I stir from this prison.

Isn't it lovely to hear just me falling to the bottom like a stone.

The echos on the ridge inflame my senses and I wake from this hollow home.