My flesh is a cage, not, though, to capture life
My heart and lungs may well beat and breathe
I'm not sovereign over this body's useful acts
Keeping the system alive despite all the facts
Staring in stillness of breath, before a mirror
It doesn't appear in mist, life is my devourer
I cannot escape, a body is alive but I am not
No matter the intention, my path is wrought
But I served my purpose, unto the very end
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
