Power of Death

Love's battered ruins in the shadow of unrelenting perpetuity.
Life gazes upon it, in disgust, of it's own creation.
The cries of it's damned constituents.
Screaming a lament from within a collective soul.
A soul gripped by the icy tendrils of shattered hearts.
And they march, ceaselessly, to a demise inevitable.
They pitch over into a chasm as sheer in darkness as in height,
An abyss they can't see until that final step over the edge of sanity
Because their view was only of the mountain they had to climb,
On hands and knees to the very top.
There they found it was all for time,
To waste away in their torment until it's final iota was no more.
And without time, and a universe seething to scrape you away,
From a blank wall that you've only managed to mar with ignorance,
You, against your will, oblige to it's murderous intent.
Your flesh decays, skeleton bleached by age.
Your crypt is a testament to life's enduring futility,
Giving death such an air of frivolity .