The Carrion

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

The world versus me