Shapeless..

They 're talking,
I just see them,
I can't hear what they 're saying,
Ears refusing it all obstinately,
Sense going shapeless..

My eyes are losing sight,
Or is it just lack of light ?
I don't see you around,
Are you there ?
My senses going shapeless..

Why am I feeling that my liver breathes ?
I believed its something that lungs did,
A stoical heart with marks of cigarrete smoke,
Pumping a putrid feeling,
My senses going shapeless..

Every micron in the brain,
Smells with a different type of anti-depressing firm,
Making my sleeps numb,
My senses ?
Ahh..there is nothing left..

Every minute I survive,
She Keeps her fingures crossed,
For me to die -
For that stubborn to win..