My head hurts a lot

Thick chicken noodle soup replaces my brains

The kind with the little bits of chicken and carrots

My limbs feel like a kind of squishy gunk beneath a shoe

there is a strange feeling in them, like someone else gained control of them

the walls surrounding me are pretty,

a silver-gray color, like the steel of a sword

or the whisper of smoke after a fire

My hair floats around me like a halo

the color has been drained away from it,

and it's now colorless, white

there is no sound, it has all died