Decay - Counterparts

The grave welcomes you with open arms

Last light escapes, last breath remains

Circling the body

Brushing past the skin and bone

It cradles you, your holy manger

Born into ruin, we feel withdraw

Death is your procreator, your predecessor

From your decay grows a beautiful garden

The stalks caress your failure

And the petals bring you closer to eternity

Pray for your rebirth

Pray for your chance to bloom

The heart starts and stops

The mind disconnects

As flowers, we grace the earth with our presence

The tide rises and turns

And we simply expire

Over-saturated

Our lungs fill with the essence of the universe

Until we feel the gentle kiss of dawn draw the water from our lungs

And we can breathe easy

Like night and day

We have never met aching for one another

We aim for congregation

You are my prey

You are the martyr

The blight takes its toll and our bodies grow black

Wilted, we fade away rotted from the root

We exchange our stem for legs

We blossom into our bodies

And the process has been reset

Welcome to your new home