Rot breathes slow, beneath the stone, Time erodes the flesh and bone. The spiral turns, the colors fade, All creation comes unmade. ⸻ Cracks in the frame, veins in the earth, The cycle consumes, rebirth through dearth. Mold on the temple, rust on the crown, Entropy whispers, tear it down. ⸻ Feed the worms, the sacred trade, Life decays for life remade. Peel the skin, reveal the core, Truth is rot—nothing more. ⸻ Veins of decay, pulsing beneath, The stench of change, the taste of grief. All that we build, all that we claim, Returns to dust, and speaks our name. ⸻ Corrosion hums in harmony, A hymn to loss, to entropy. Beauty festers, forms anew, The rot reveals what’s truly true. ⸻ Statues crumble, towers weep, History sinks into the deep. Flesh to soil, thought to haze, All dissolves in the final phase. ⸻ Veins of decay, pulsing beneath, The stench of change, the taste of grief. All that we build, all that we claim, Returns to dust, and speaks our name. ⸻ I am the rot, I am the bloom… I am the death that makes more room…
