DISTORTED by @allwell..50% goes to campusconnectng

I know I've changed though clueless to what extent,
I've got a problem only you can solve,
I feel betrayed as even the air I think I breathe neglects my throat and leaves my skin dried and horny,
Horny and without a pot to cry out my sorrows,
Please save me from myself,

I poisoned me and left me for death,
I can't breathe,
Not that air refused me its visit, we did make up,
Truth is, my mind is just a sick place to live in,
My heart grows weaker by the second, I might as well drop dead out of the blue,

I see bright lights, lonely paths,
There's this quite in the environ more like an assembly in a mortuary,
I see a grave dug with petal linings,
Its beauty does mesmerize me,
I hear voices calling, voices calling with melody too sweet to resist,

I'm lost, more like weak,
Drenched of life and of fear,
Life has left me to enjoy death but death has no taste,
Death has no spice, not even our very spicy curry and thyme,
Our ginger, garlic, Mr. Chef salt nor our so precious maggi cubes can give it a quarter of life's spice,

There are no walls in this small room I find myself in,
Just bricks of memories, memories of the many many pleasures life had had,
Memories of the truck load of good things I did let pass me by,
Memories of life's sweetly bitter trials,
Memories of who I was and who I was meant to be haunting the very carcass of my dead being,

Tears, tears drops,
One, then two, then another, then another,
Behold the crying dead,
Behold me crying, crying tears for the living swimming in drowning waters,
Of truth, these words laid flow from watery depths, messed up thoughts from a sound mind.