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
Writer(s): Eric Powell, Michael C Peoples
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