I will always remember the path I trod

Paved with bleach-white bones that never seem to end

Foundations of beings without a name

And were it not for infinity

The way I would abandon for eternity

Each step I take shakes up dust of centuries

A strain, then a pain shoots up my weary legs

The end is invisible but we still follow it

I am dying

And so are you

We have been dying since we wailed

In young revolting stupidity

Can you feel the tremors

Can you see the purple splotches

Can you see your face shrivel so slowly

Yet more determinedly than your soul

The voice box brings unnecessary noise into the world

But soon the echoes will silence

We can’t wait for the day

When our neighbor cannot speak anymore

Nobody surrounds me that may walk

My friends are bent and broken like their childhood toys

And that is why I love them

Stare into my eyes, comrade

Have not you seen them so deep

How many times must you look for meaning

How you must hope, and pray, and bleed

And stare into a pair of empty sockets

That are quite deep, yet are quite…empty

Guilt reigns my empty mind with a jovial laugh

Her belly is full of corpses and disappointments

She leads me to indulgence

And then to demise

How foolish I must have been

To contemplate immortality amongst their ruins

To dance on a pair of decaying legs

Finally to collapse, to be erased

To run

And rejoice

Then fall forever.