like the devil in our memory on dust and solar winds of unfortune on the waves of no tide heavier than the lead in your bloodstream slowly leaching all good from you as you grow old
spinning and weaving into selfishness and crushing apathy with narrowing intent from all to us to we to me it spreads us all slowly getting colder
wrecking all creation from single cell to great libraries from empathy to eternal death alone in the cold bury yourself here comes death and no one to blame but yourself
no light nothing matters
nature's cold last words are muffled by her quiet chuckle knowing there is only more isolation we are all quite alone and drifting