Within life’s confinement

Where movement forms the dust

It breathes out silence

Forgotten, shapeless, inborn thorns

In narrow corners

Both horrors and thoughts dwell

And I am dying

To taste and drown in their molten realm

When all are sickened

I fill their mouths once more

The blood that’s thickened

Corrodes and veils in abiding dread

The dirt devours

Clogs every mortal pitfall

Procreating remnants

Futile in their cemented void

Let the rational machine rust

In years it shows singular avail

Time will be defined by the stench

Which leads one to the domain of end

Blindly running towards the blaze

The meaning emerges when I see decay

Now end’s instinct revolts

Opening the sole way out

The anguish will show:

I am meant to feel neglected life

In my remembrance

The place of whole and beyond

Shelters segments

Of demise, flesh and extinct lore