Watching The World Waste Away

Watching the world waste away
the ever-changing tides are
all the same to me

Mankind devouring itself
life devouring life

Forming a cancerous growth
a festering wound
rotting

My scattered thoughts
return to me as one

The world not caring about them
Them not caring about the world

As life leaves the planet
and leaves the consciousness
of this universe
an ancient being
slowly
comes to an end
dragging itself towards its own death
slowly
like a rotting
festering
stinking mass

as if we are happy to finally end.

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