No thoughts thrive in the sky
Seasons no longer arrive
Silent plague is the reason why
Arising from oceans of waste
Digesting the devoured sky

Self destruction
Entombed from within
Silent walls
Guarding over our sin
Earth cannot bear
The weight of this ichor anymore

Frozen in place
By the black hands of waste
Heeding the call of decay

Smashed into dust
By the black thrones of waste
Breeding in the thrall of decay

Serpent coils
Tighten slowly at first
Constricting all into grey

Reaper is drooling
On your shoulder by night
Guides you silent by day