The Last Entry

Waking in this grave of greed.
Crawling free on hands and knees.
Drenched in the viscera of mistakes.
Hands refuse to stop their shakes.
As voices bicker inside my head.
Fetid air stinging my already burning lungs.
Cannot even reach the lowest of rungs.
Ladder a parallel to my position in life.
Pity there isn’t even a rusty knife.
To cut away the stench which clings so tight.
Somewhere along this path I deviated from what is right.

Devotion rang a bell most deafening.
Cleaned up I still reek of being rotten.
Sickening to think that I carry on.
Alone in this shell of societal suffering.
Hollowed out planet that can give nothing.
Our species gutted Eden!
I stand as the last vestige of what’s been done.
Too many souls inhabiting a single form.
Conglomerate entity that must struggle on.
Against my will and all I crave.
Eternal punishment as the host and slave.

Decaying fodder is all that remains.
Atmosphere too screwed to go up in flames.
Leaving me to walk through these haunted streets.
The many me’s passing comment.
Anecdotes from their once blissful lives.
Never considered it would end up consumed by flies.
With no survivors but this reanimated me.
Cannot die and so will have to survey until inevitable entropy.
No choice rests within this husk.
Wander this crust from dawn ’til dusk.
Killing time until our sun’s unmaking.