My Metaphysical Death

I hid beneath the duvet
My eyes like two saucers
Just concentrating on remaining conscious
Half dead, not alive

I scattered my own ashes
In the hole beneath me
To the breaches beyond
That never reveal themselves fully

I succumbed to the only feeling I have ever known
the one of isolation and depravity
I will always keep your words with me
Faint chills eat within me
Turning me to stone

Meanwhile, the richest most filthiest man feasts
He does not care that some poor soul took their last breath
He does not care that his own Mother is on the roof of hell
Signalling his displeasure at her
Smiling by his bedside

To me,
I rumble around this dark room going nowhere
With no desires or feeling for life
My 'old self' does not exist
I'm completely lost
My eyes are open but I don't see
What's lurking for me?
Just around the corner...