A million miles from anyone, a million miles away, I am alone, the carrion, the animal decayed I'm like a solan plunging into the darkest depths of the sea I'm shrouded out by soft grey ash – all of it made up by me Freezing and burning i'm falling and turning, rushing and twirling, stirring, converting Slowly unfurling, i'm constantly swerving – slumbering down without any preserving Overly nerving, abstracting, differing, i'm only reacting to what i'm deserving The carrion Looked down upon by a million dead stars hanging above and between Tiny veils of filmy light, darkened and jilted by sheen Forsaken highs where i once thrived, clouded and hard to perceive It's hard to untie and i won't deny all of it's made up by me Ashes rain down from the sky Choking out all of the life The world versus me