Sunday, February 9, 2025

My rotten corpse

Elders, others saw me, seeing only failure and wept
I couldn't go back to the beginning, don't remember it
My failed dreams of the past became lost in my despair
My origins were dark, more than anyone could accept
Entropy is, it exists, however swift, it begins to work
In the end it doesn't matter, once your life is dissected
With nothing of flesh left, you stop existing, or care
While others leave your cold corpse to decompose
Laughing at the dreams you had, that never arrived
The failures you could never abide, survived