My body is so cold;
the shudder starts inside my head and
trembles through my inner self.
my eyes seem intent upon
the everyday scene before me,
yet, in reality they have turned inward
aware only of the internal petrifaction.
My ears remain alert,
I hope to catch the soft lub dub
of the final heartbeat;
I need to feel
the metamorphic moment
when the flesh becomes
In truth, somewhere deep
inside the dark cavern of my mind;
I realise that the moment will pass unrecognised,
there will be no action replay.