Word of Warning

If I still lived,
I'd tell the truth.
About my death,
About my life.
You say I live,
But you are wrong.
I lost myself.
Soon I'll be gone,
So completely.
Look I'm Fading.
This paper husk
Has become skin,
And memory
Now paper thin.
Like butterflies
they fly away.
So, before loss
of them takes me
listen closely.
Fairie lands are not
to be tempted.
Don't eat the fruit,
and don't marvel
at mysteries.
It's only the dead
or soon to be
which walk these realms.
So, heed wisdom,
And get yourself
out of your dreams,
before you are
swallowed by them.
And memories
Fly far from you
like butterflies,
leaving forever,
and making you
a paper husk.
Soon you would fade
so completely.
Until you're gone,
And must argue
with someone who
is yet living,
about how you are
dead or at least
in dying state.