Visceral Ends

Reaching for the last breath of a dying flame
It slips from fearful clutches
Shattered and lost

The sickening inertia
Inherent, unawakened

Created in the image of death and destruction
Time weighs down on the broken
Tarnished light must fade

Falter at the first obstruction
Cannot subdue that which embodies all

Exist for the visceral ends
No more than dust