A Bitter Fruition

Fairest dusk, your grim onset
Does curve the lips upward and
Lift my head Eastern in direction
I yearn to bask in the pale light of
Your silver, spherical nucleus once again
Delve into my nature
All loathing
Speak my name
The wind chills and in a way comforts me
Knowing there are things colder than I
A plethora of bitterness, I am
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within
The bacterial body I uphold
A plethora of bitterness, I am
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within
All celestial bodies
My marks upon this world are miniscule
And insignificant
And yet I persist with the utmost dilligence
And as these beads of rain trickle down my face
I know soon I will lie beneath the ground I tread
A plethora of bitterness, I am
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within
The bacterial body I uphold
A plethora of bitterness, I am
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within
All celestial bodies
From a breath to inanimation
Flourishing to an abrupt dissipation
A life of effort sans merit
Such is a bitter fruition
The wind chills and in a way comforts me
Knowing there are things colder than I
A plethora of bitterness, I am
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within
The bacterial body I uphold
A plethora of bitterness, I am
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within
All celestial bodies