Recycled Fate in Poetry

Drifting farther away
Slipping into the decay
Born to die
Inside of a future vision of
Broken down mechanics
Deteriorate the unseen
Fading away from the lines
As death becomes our prize

Reveal my skin
Secretes bleed from within
Dead nerves turn to sand
For the apathetic world
Is its own meaningless plan
Waiting to discover
The time it cannot recover

Marching to maggots
One by one
We fall into empty hands
Concealing their names
Inside their waste
For the skin they ate
Is our recycled fate