Rotting Days

My innocence dissolved
The moment I left the warmth behind
Of the womb from which filth grew
Raised up to become the killing seed

I traversed the dawnless 
Let battles consume all of me
But some wars can’t be won
Now I lay cold amongst the deceased

I’m followed
No limit to grief’s reach
So hollow
But I won’t be the last

Feign hope
Starlit eyes deceive
Stay low
Reject all powers told
Hide in sight
Reach for no man’s guide
Reject all gifts of life
Perish and retreat inside

The silence of the absent voice
The distant echoes of a careless choice
A ruined portrait of what once was
The labored conversion of flesh to dust

To dust