The Book of the Dead.

I hold you as my tears fall while wondering why I am alive at all, you lay in my arms with silence support, as you watch me cry and lose my hope.

My lips are downturned, as my heart beats slow and heavy, my skin is tight and itchy, and my bones are achy.

I am in my body, the last place I want to be, I hold you even tighter now just trying to escape me.