Empty vessel

No description, just a non-rhyming poem.

My lips are rotting off my face, running away to escape the ruin.
My mouth, full of rot, is a black stinking and soured hole.
My nose is a dark cavern, where the air can't pervade.
My eyes, my eyes are melting and sinking in.

My inefficient neck gasps and chokes to the bellows where they starve.
The starving bellows seize in my hideous chest.