Rotting From The Inside

“I am neither living, nor am I dead. I feel nothing…. The putrid stench of this world cannot reach me. I am beyond the petty squabbles of society- I have both ascended and fallen. Touch me not, love me not, and hate me not, for I am merely the Decay you have fostered for so long in the pericardium of your deadened hearts.”

Decay (c) me