Content warning: Death or dying
Sometimes things just die.
No drama or freak mischance,
just the small fading hum
of systems shutting down.
Neither fear gods nor regard justice
nor seek hope, for there is none.
But persevere with dull futility,
all otherness seeping from dreams.
Until, wan and worn at the last,
stumble to the final open door.
And never ask, what was it all for.