"Why Should I?"

So. This is what it feels like to lose everything.
I don't think I like the empty anymore.

You're the skeleton elephant,
I know you'll never forget.
You've helped me to become
the skeleton pig,
I roll over and over
in my own filth.
I can't control
my own body any longer.
Skaking and shivering
twisting and bleeding
I know I can never rebuild
all that I've destroyed
with my own two cloven hooves.
I'm dizzy, weightless and
weighed down all at the same time,
I might have just died.
My lungs don't inhale together
but my heart beats on and on
to the rythmn of sickness and health.
One too many lies have spilled
from these chapped lips
so many that I believe myself now.
This skin is so cold,
and these insides so warm.
I long to tear them out
only to wrap myself in them
anything to feel heat.
(Pulled out by these hands
crumpled by these fingers.)
The horrid acidic taste is back
so I spew lies to try and bannish it.
It accomplishes nothing,
so I roll over and over inside of it
like the Pig that I am.
For what it's worth I'm sorry,
but you'll never hear it
because this voice is abhorred
to your selevtive ears.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Another thing to wallow in.
Another thing to wallow in.
I'm sorry...