The Final Minute

I know I'm dead,
My body is heavier than lead.
My blood is thick like oil.
Lips are marble white and my eyes gaze skyward. 
They are red with nightmares.
My very bones seem to wither.
My heart lies cracked and beaten on the floor.
My soul rises like a warning column of smoke.
I feel my spirit rising free from the shell I was,
I look down to the boy-doll, lifeless and pale.
And my ghost cries salt-tears beneath the moon.