(Define death. Is it when the mind stops thinking or the heart stops beating?)
Date of Death: Unknown
Time of Death: Unknown
Cause of Death: UNKNOWN*
External examination: No external injuries.
the subject’s cells were scarred,
all the words he ever wrote
carved crudely into their walls;
his heart ceased to pump blood
and instead injected ink into his veins,
staining his innards blue.
his mind was a perpetual battlefield
of ideas— thoughts struggling
to gain dominance, shredding
and twisting each other apart
until they really didn’t make sense anymore—
and not understanding them drove him insane.
his marrow was infused
with poetry that has long been forgotten–
words, phrases and ideals of glory
that were as pitiably transient as
the human remembrance,
forgotten by minds but
buried in bones.
his lungs were filled with gunpowder
that made his thoughts and
but his tongue, it was
laced with tact and metaphors
that softened the blow and exuded
the sort of empathy that could even defuse bombs.
the subject lived a cursed half-life,
where his words were his world
but reality was a recurring nightmare
that he had too many times
(and yet each time,
it seemed more vivid than the last)
until he morphed into a breathing poem
and became the words he wrote.
*This report may be inaccurate. All available forensic technology that was employed returned inconclusive results because they are applicable for humans only.