#moribund

[ fingers run across it- the stitching, the stitching holding his lungs and heart in. ]

[ a heart better for him. ]

[ he wondered what that could entail. ]

[ this heart didn't serve him- it beats much too fast and it always makes him collapse on the floor. ]

[ and every time he froths at the mouth, vomits till even empty is a mild descriptor, his heart beats too harshly in his chest, his stomach gives out, his throat cant make a noise, his blood has run dry- he comes back all the same. in the same state he was before he died. ]

[ he forever is a walking corpse, his organs made to already be decayed- his blood so violently acidic it only pushes that process along. ]

[ he wonders if anyone has noticed how many times he's died while in conversation with them. ]

[ he wonders a lot, but never given enough of a leash to fulfill his curiosity. he only has hypothesis. ]

[ dreams. ]

[ idiotic dreams, hopes- thoughts of unreasonable manner. ]

[ that someone out there could notice he couldn't do it anymore- ]

[ and help him. ]

Curiosity killed the cat... Satisfaction brought it back-

I've never been.. Satisfied.

So what's bringin' me back? aha- ahaaah...

. . .

It's strange to think how quickly time has passed; our little girl is already one year old.