They say the mind thrives in the absence of life
And clings with flailing movements to the edges of reality
Nostrils can no longer sense the decomposition
Of the residual remaining flesh
No life behind the whites of the eyes
And yet the cogs keep turning
The brain keeps whirring
The heart no longer yearning
The fear inside is burning
For the limbo state to cease
The mind lives on in self-aware agony