The Forever Rot

The hominid trajectory was the catalyst to forbid this inter-dimensional imagery For the substance of our existence, seeps of earthborn putridity This mystic entheogen Skinning my essence from a planet of regurgitated monsters It ripped the threads of a dying macrocosm Where all creations are charades and imposters I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel The grief is horrendous But I rest in comfort of knowing My soul is eternal and my consciousness endless As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom The eternal darkness took my soul to consume I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry It wept and said "Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive" I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel The grief is horrendous But I rest in comfort of knowing My soul is eternal and my consciousness endless As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom The eternal darkness took my soul to consume I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry It wept and said "Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive" No longer was I to be revived My body had been purged Bathed by the sound of flies

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025