Hali

Ashes to Ashes

I see the soft silhouette of death

Approaching over the horizon:

A slave to time.

 

I see generations rise and fall;

Systematic, insignificant.

Slaves to the system.

 

I see my soul:

A small, tarnishing cog

In the corrupt machine

Of hollow civilisation.

A slave to the world.

 

I do not see life.

 

The iron gears wear away at my being.

There is no God waiting for me.

Descending into emptiness,

Until there is nothing left.

I am replaced.

 

This world is a shadow of mankind’s lie.

Find time to live before its time to die.