The Carrion

a million miles from anyone, a million miles away,
i am alone, the carrion, the animal decayed
i'm like a solan plunging into the darkest depths of the sea
i'm shrouded out by soft grey ash – all of it made up by me

freezing and burning i'm falling and turning, rushing and twirling, stirring, converting
slowly unfurling, i'm constantly swerving – slumbering down without any preserving
overly nerving, abstracting, differing, i'm only reacting to what i'm deserving
the carrion

looked down upon by a million dead stars hanging above and between
tiny veils of filmy light, darkened and jilted by sheen
forsaken highs where i once thrived, clouded and hard to perceive
it's hard to untie and i won't deny all of it's made up by me

ashes rain down from the sky
choking out all of the life

The world versus me