I can't remember what I've been or who i am
Emulating masses of dissonant strangers
I can't remember when the line was crossed
Irrevocably impossible to ever turn back.
Exhausting even the uttermost absurd conclusions
To postpone the inescapable demise
O, baneful scions shackled by the terrors of life
Outshone by the terrors of death
Deceived art ye by the sentinels of dismay
Through the urges of being.
One voice of reasoning, lost in the din of many
The more different they get, the more they resemble.
These broken-down monuments will bear witness
The destruction of something other than ourselves
Atoning for the sin of being the misbegotten product
of a flawed paradigm.
I remember only that when i came to die
I discovered that i had never lived.