Visceral Ends - Ulcerate

Reaching for the last breath of a dying flame

It slips from fearful clutches

Shattered and lost

The sickening inertia

Inherent, unawakened

Created in the image of death and destruction

Time weighs down on the broken

Tarnished light must fade

Falter at the first obstruction

Cannot subdue that which embodies all

Exist for the visceral ends

No more than dust