Waiting For A Without Within

Lying in waking waiting yearning for untimely demises. Filled with a desire for manmade environments devoid of man. The empty city streets. The playground amidst the once serious sea of moneyed falsehood. Dreams for non-existent days. When lack of foresight becomes hindsight. The corpse has no critique of the endless nature of time. Just a moment is given and then merged uneventfully into the dust. The ruins have to get their start somewhere. The slow march to decay as gravity exerts it unflinching hold. Forever and eternally down towards the dirt.