festering like the fungus on rotting fruit
moulded to the shadow
torn from it
motion making it's stop
the flatline
an event horizon
and i
looked
blank became the canvas
as existence shrunk from view
and i saw it all;
and it was glorious
but the curtains were closing
momentary was the sight bestowed
which fleeted faster than life
from this withering device of animation
elapsing back to nothing
a fade to black
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
festering like the fungus on rotting fruit
moulded to the shadow
torn from it
motion making it's stop
the flatline
an event horizon
and i
looked
blank became the canvas
as existence shrunk from view
and i saw it all;
and it was glorious
but the curtains were closing
momentary was the sight bestowed
which fleeted faster than life
from this withering device of animation
elapsing back to nothing
a fade to black