The hominid trajectory
Was the catalyst to forbid
This inter-dimensional imagery

For the substance of our existence
Seeps of earthborn putridity

This mystic entheogen
Skinning my essence
From a planet of regurgitated monsters

It ripped the threads of a dying macrocosm
Where all creations are charades and imposters

I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel
The grief is horrendous
But I rest in comfort of knowing
My soul is eternal and my consciousness endless

As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom
The eternal darkness took my soul to consume

I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry
It wept and said
"Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive"
I no longer sense
a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel
The grief is horrendous
But I rest in comfort of knowing
My soul is eternal and my consciousness endless

As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom
The eternal darkness took my soul to consume

I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry
It wept and said
"Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive"

No longer was I to be revived
My body had been purged
Bathed by the sound of flies