The Dawn Is Hollow

Forbidden to see the evident
In fires immersive
Demolish the myth of permanence

Imprisoned by inward revulsion
The dawn is hollow
Failing to distinguish between life and death

The iconoclast’s separation from meaningless decay
This adornment trivial when we will all burn

Deception interwoven in poisoned judgement

Transfixed by illumination
Last steps to withdrawal
The dust cannot settle as disorder persists

The iconoclast’s separation from meaningless decay
This adornment trivial when we will all burn

Toward a bitter end

Reckoning with the aftermath
Of a future left wanting
What once was whole
Now shattered into pieces

Lacerations are the sign to relinquish
Foreshadow immiseration
Toward a bitter end

Unceasing dereliction
Unrelenting decline
Desolation is the arc of life’s motion