"Point of Weakness"

The shell is broken. Cracks line the walls of the hull.
The contents are draining away from inside
The eyes are dry with hollowness
The tongue sticks to the roof of the mouth,
As meaning drains from the soul
Life, once a raging fire, is almost gone
The way it came, fleetingly,
Also it departs from the body,
Leaving nothing but the empty husk
With barely a memory of its former existence,
Just a trail where fungi grows.