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Foetus-like you lay:

Your face exposed,

Pale,

Its skin taut,

Mouth agape,

Distorted;

Your breathing

Echoing

The clock's ticking,

A tiny knife

Its second hand

Slicing,

Slicing you,

Slicing your mind

Into distant pieces;

A White sheet covers you

Withinyoursoundproofroom,

Its window staring out

Into silent cloud,

All outside in

Day's oblivion;

A White cup beside you

Sinks into wall;

Your clothes,

White shirt,

Blue trousers,

Black shoes,

Remain,

Unworn;

Silverwatch and ring, 

Possessions

Unpossessed;

Carers turn you

Over and over,

Your face changes

Over and over

Into different ones,

None are your's,

None are you;

Now you're hidden

Inside me,

A ghost of all you were;

While your bed creaks

The reaper's creeping.