Fragments of Grey Matter

My righteous self decadence it breeds forth suffering of a new kind
An event of unfathomable torture thrust upon me
Dermis separating at the atom
Peeling back to the nape of the neck
Continues to unzip my shell
I find comfort in that I can't feel
The fissures of my skull disintegrate

Cerebellum affected first disables my sense of balance
Occipital lobe shredded to render me completely blind
Parietal lobes replaced with a necrotic gel

Viciously spinning internal abyss
No sight to my eyes, sensations amiss
Grasping at air to hold myself still
My martyr's purpose was not to kill

I hear language that I don't understand
I feel pain that I can't understand
I hear language that I don't understand
I feel pain that I can't understand

Am but a spiraling consciousness
In a corpse made senseless

Exist here only for torturing
Fragments of grey matter rotting away
My brain stem decays into nothing but dust