The ominous shadow, a parasite at the back of the mind
Some suppress the knowledge, but all are condemned to isolation
Fingers fall to dust
Eyes rot to soil
Tongues undone, dried
Flesh peeled by age
Time comes,
All shall die alone
Lying eternal in blackness
Waiting for a savior, a twitch
Ages spent in silence
Memories of warmth and comfort
Consumed by a vast expanse
A barren plane, stripped of earth, flesh, and bone
What does life come to?
A mockery of the pathetic attempt
Of a life “well-lived”
All emotions are dissipated under the infinite
Doomed to eternal rest, cold,
The winds of time, strip flesh, sense and love
Fingers fall to dust
Eyes rot to soil
Tongues undone, dried
Flesh peeled by age
Time comes,
Mental connections, snapped, a knife to a taut rope
Isolated, in your own prison,
The curse of non-existence for all eternity
Creates a sense, life is worthless
No Hope,
No warmth
Withering skin, pale and cold
No touch
No sound
Locked away in the abyss
The last sight, from wan eyes, to the cold breaking pain, of eternities unfailing darkness
life no matter how enjoyable, hasn't been feeling significant lately.
hrmmm.
