I see a ransacked carcass
It’s not bleeding or writhing, it doesn’t even disintegrate
It lies
And lies while standing
Allowing itself to be ****** into the dullest void
It’s own life.

There is nothing more pathetic then a blind visionary
With a compass and a map
dumb and pestilent its eyes roll into its head and stare at the GRAY ******* MATTER inside
The mountain is in front of it
but it will never see the view

darkness sets in but it’s morning.
No ones sees the death.
No one rolls their eyes back around.
They all die alone in a forest full of people.