I am dead.
I am dying.
I am dust filling space.
I’m a memory long forgotten
now gone without a trace.
I am dead.
I am rotten.
I am smoldering fire.
I am ashes rising spirits
pluming flame upon a pyre.
I am dead.
Momentary.
The person who wrote this no longer exists.
Time has passed long since
lingering eyes and ideas persist.