A study in seizures

When you've lost your voice
You smell no reason
Beat your hollow chest
Until the froth splurges
Up your clammy neck
And out onto wood surfaces

Faculty: going

When you've lost your eyes
You still touch yourself
Beat your flaccid member
Until the froth splurges
Up your grimy veins
And out onto wasteful night

Faculty: going

When you've lost your ears
You still sense presence
Beat your throbbing head
Until the blood congeals
Up into your soiled pores
And you forget how to breathe

Faculty: gone