Thursday, December 29, 2011

Decay and Abandon

Born by purpose
Used under its design
Decayed by its use
Abandoned by the minds
Who cannot restore life
Where none had been desired
Life never starts
Without hope and fire
Born of clay and fire
I rose from the muck
My life was fate
No such thing as luck
Insulted by the injuries
Nothing exists that wasn't perfect
Entropy claimed me
Spat me out as insecure
Decayed and abandoned
My shell was nothing but skin
But the fire that wounded me
Made the insides pure
Ignored and reviled
Running out of time and air
Will this shell be abandoned
Or will decay take me
And consume me in its lair