Grey shadows on grey concrete
Slate
Devoid of depth
No true darkness here to hide in
Or to die alone in
Not someone there to miss
Or even hate
Not here the solace of despair
Nor the soft cool touch of hope or sorrow
This soulless purgatory
Locked forever under clouds of dust and a relentless sun
Lost in a dull amaranthine warren
Of crushing imperfection.
Imperfect world
Imperfect soul
Imperfect fool
Imperfect whore
Imperfect doll
Imperfect child
Imperfect wretch
Imperfect corpse
Imperfect virus
Imperfect image
Imperfect rot
Imperfect God
The epitome of ruination
Condemned
To the wreckage of eternity.