Tipping point reached, one final breath Let the waves of inertia crash, contaminate
Alone in complexity, machinery, and everything Perfectly formed human being Slowly turning sour by the minute
Stale air, only growing in its bitter taste as Seconds that feel like hours, add to feel like years All the plans i made All the plans i planned to make Gone, but not forgotten
But then they were gone Truer statement never read then What i read on the back of the final bit found Within my reach Filtered through a layer of sediment settled over my vision Sanitized as life had been
But my shelter having been breached To seep much longer...
Too accustomed, but it doesn't help
Found lacking in the company I had hoped to keep
A poor atonement, sinking further
Or, it kept rising
I was nearly covered.
They stepped a little closer And left appalled by what they found Rotting in the dark, silently
Defensive at the outset, shaking at the sound Sounding incomplete