rotting

I don`t know suddenly, how to react to some who phones  me, I am so out of believe that even my phone could do that thing. Obviously phone are meant for that purpose only. But it seems I am reckoned  from a dark phase and still transposing  myself  to a more darkened entity. I am so out of civilization, I am so out of human. I inhale the reek of the faith that was scattered a long time ago, left are only waves of memories, a dark time, that still hit the shores of my cerebellum.
I am like being invisible in the time of decay, when I am disfigured and dis oriented, in a trance of viscous digital maze. I was still dormant and calcified in own shell. Hollowness, day by day it’s escalating. I feel like I am dead. My hearts is closed like an old box, with metal straps, that one could find in those treasure hunts.
Now as you have a portal to my existence, till now I am trying hard to snatch the mere me of out of me. The `me` who mind is muddled with disintegrated, when its soul is disconnect from the eternal. The shackles and the bond are like thin wires, that revolves around and around and choking the every beautiful essence of being alive, the majestic way to live. I am corroding, day by day, second my second.
I am feel the heart wallowing in excruciating ache, batter. The cuss and puss of human sewer, when I dwell. It feels like a quicksand,. Nothing much is being heard and told, and I am being neglected and ostracized.
I don’t care much, solitude seems like my last resort. Unit by unit I am decomposing my life, my black soul. Emotions and thoughts seems like fade color placed to be parched out.
Slipping away like a sand clock, void and vacuum…