Friendly Decay

The technology of this world evades us.
Taken for granted in a most ungrateful way.
We miss our friends.
Who were once alive and vibrant in front of our eyes.
We wear these symbols.
As a reminder of the grief.
How are we to overcome this great empire?
It swallows us whole in it's quest to devour.
A quest to consume the lives of the individual.
I'm scared to see myself go.
A reluctant goodbye,
I wonder where the lies are placed.
Inside my soul?
My mind?
My conscience?
Where?
I take all these things
and bury them in my backyard
Where I can serenely watch the flowers bloom,
Bloom across the field of friendly decay.