Filler Poems: Decay.

"Eaten away, from within and without..."

Decay.
The war has been lost, the fight has come to an end
You fall to your knees, clutching wounds most grievous
Unable to repair, these wounds, you are unable to mend
Further down you fall, your skin blossoming with nevus
Many they are, for they herald your ultimate fate
To be exiled from this world, forever torn from body
Your soul will endure, with a hunger it cannot sate
Right now, you persevere, vision turning groggy
Limbs grow cold and organs shut down
One by miserable one, they give up the good fight
Movement becomes inertia, your will beginning to drown
All hope is lost, all redemption is out of sight
The vermin circle over your dying, sundered flesh
As you crawl ever forwards, powered by the naive hope
That your psyche will endure and the body will refresh
In solitude you fall; today, you die alone.

Soul leaves body, into warmer, more tolerable climes
Forever kept apart, forever broken in two
Vultures now crow and bells begin to chime
Nothing left to say, nothing left to do
The insects come first, bringing with them pestilence and strife
Trampling over one another each vying for the best spot
To suck nutrients from, to nourish themselves on fresh, deceased life
The flesh now decays, the body beginning to rot
And crumble and wither, contracting each day
Muscle and sinew peel away, revealing egg-white bone
Conditions turn foul and this feast turns gray
With less to go around, yet still one remains alone
Isolated from all, matter flaking and curling away
The skeleton lies solemn, silent, sleeping
Nothing left to do and nothing left to say
Remnants of old fade into ashes of new, forever weeping.

The legacy left behind is anything but strong
The fortress crumbling down even now
Left to linger away in a darkness so wrong
You weep and you cry, yet still you must bow
To the fate that binds all creatures, both living and dead
The rot that pervades is the precursor to a new beginning
For it is vital for new beginnings; a silver lining to clouds of lead
Although you lost in this life, someone else may indeed be winning
Rising from ashes, claiming joy for their own
Whilst you linger and you hang, between stasis and change
Their life continues, and the hallowed cathedral of bone
That once supported your body is forever out of range
In time, you may be erased, purged from history
A peaceful end, a fitting demise
Until then, all that awaits is unending misery
No way out of this prison, you surmise.

Aeons pass, and bones of old now shatter
Into diminutive little fragments, swept away by fresh winds
Nothing is sacred, nothing really does matter
Only now does your past life begin to rescind
The footprint you left on this pale blue dot
All works blasted away, all interactions lost in fog
No need to learn, no need to jot
New information down; no use when you're rotting in a bog
Home is but a ruin; a cold, miserable place, I must say
Its inhabitants long gone; the family already missing
And in the once-verdant yard, now brown with decay
Rotting away, life is, leaves already chilling
As Death himself sweeps away the remnants of yesterday
Making way for the generation of tomorrow
Alone, we are, all lost in gray
Drowning in waves of inevitable sorrow. 

Image of decay: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs28/f/2008/047/0/8/Decay_by_SephirothsHeart.jpg