a million miles from anyone, a million miles away, i am alone, the carrion, the animal decayed i'm like a solan plunging into the darkest depths of the sea i'm shrouded out by soft grey ash – all of it made up by me
freezing and burning i'm falling and turning, rushing and twirling, stirring, converting slowly unfurling, i'm constantly swerving – slumbering down without any preserving overly nerving, abstracting, differing, i'm only reacting to what i'm deserving the carrion
looked down upon by a million dead stars hanging above and between tiny veils of filmy light, darkened and jilted by sheen forsaken highs where i once thrived, clouded and hard to perceive it's hard to untie and i won't deny all of it's made up by me
ashes rain down from the sky choking out all of the life