Decaying slowly
Through the haze
This is the slow burn
Of these dying days
Like a locust swarm
I eat my way through the
Weeks, months and years
Voracious and unrelenting
I won't let go of the rope
I have time in a noose and I'm not afraid to choke
Until the sands tell me it's over
I won't stop reaching for chaos
Loosing my grip as it falls out of place
Searching through ashes and chard from the rat race
I can't walk away from my manifest destiny
No matter how I hard I try, this is my chosen congregation
Voracious and unrelenting
I won't let go of the rope
It still hurts, but all I know
Is that I don't want to burn slow