Job For A Cowboy - The Forever Rot

The Hominid trajectory was the catalyst to forbid this inter-dimensional imagery
For the substance of our existence seeps of earthborn putridity
This mystic entheogen, skinning my essence from a planet of regurgitated monsters
It ripped the threads of a dying macrocosm where all creations are charades and imposters
I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel, the grief is horrendous
But I rest in comfort of knowing my soul is eternal and my consciousness endless
As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom
The eternal darkness took my soul to consume
I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry,
It wept and said, "Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive"
I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel, the grief is horrendous
But I rest in comfort of knowing my soul is eternal
and my consciousness endless
As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom
The eternal darkness took my soul to consume
I can overhear my shadow's dimming cry,
It wept and said, "Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive"
No longer was I to be revived
My body had been purged, bathed by the sound of flies