Quiet in Dark

Lost in thought, lost in mind

I don't need to breath. Nor will I speak, for words are a poison that corrupts the soul. Dare I look for, when I do, the sight will hold not a meaning or color. Not will my ears allow the babble of a joke or insult hear to me, and my nose allow the stench of death to be waft into my body.

For I am dead, and love was the culprit.