Consolation In Silence

Goddess of weather
Spins her wool in my ear
Gossip and woes of angels
I do hear
Unknown vile I keep inside
Dwindles and disappears
When she is by my side
She sings her song 
Her praise of life
That I know not of  
My journal lay unopened in my lap
It has not opened since the day I began to rot
Cannot someone smell my rot in the air?
Cannot someone smell my decomposition?
Cannot someone free me? 
Free me as I live
As I live but I am dead 
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead