Self-Portrait

Staring at confused, wraith hands.
All shattered glass inside.
Vestiges of purer soul,
my shell of wilting pride.
Wirey hair and rusty eyes
A rotting sky for skin.
Bones that break and fall apart
and puncture from within.
Please don't come too close to me
my heart is falling loose.
I drag it to the graveyard
and consult my zombie muse.