It's breaking down
The colors surround
As all other senses fade
Drifting away, to this course of old memory
Logic defies what I see, I feel, and perceive to be
What am I
But a thought searching for a place he believed
Relieved simply by the notion of an ending
Yet it seems to me the stories just begun
For once driven by a lack of expectation
White noise writhes inside, from here
Until we die
One by one, we'd become the stream
Between circuitry and ones own soul
A constant, panicked flight
Towards the unknown
I have never been farther away
From comfort and warmth
To tell the truth, I'd envy you
Had I not seen what awaits
An endless sky
Blistered landscapes
Creeping disease overwhelms me
Overcoming the basic primal requisite of
Who we are, and what we define
Awake to see
It's not the world, I had longed to see
Destined to be another soul
Simply drifting in entropy
Until I'm gone, less than dust
The Unseen Observer
