Atrophy In The Anatomy

Impermanence is that of life's bittersweet taste, haste, and frigidly ambiguous embrace.

I decidedly remain in my immortal vices, serving meals of lucid emptiness, and disregarding temporal spices.

Some may seek asylum inbetwixt the sails of a ghostly muse, ships with no destination, tasking only the sirens to choose.

But the wilted leaf did not embrace the fall, Oh how she wept at the subtle cruelty of nature's bounteous law.

Tempus Fugit! Carpe Diem! An incessant poke and prod, liberating restraints only exposed by the lavishly attired firing squad.

No need to fear my darling, carefully count your feathers until none are left, and eventually you too will be greeted by my old acquaintance… Death.