All things wither eventually
most parts fall away from reality
tears will dry and hurt will remain
all substance craves its forgotten name
with the stillness comes the dust
born of vanity and caruption's rust
but in time they all shall find
thoughts so sacred in the failing mind
all the pain wrought in the many lies
shall emit from humanity's eyes
in the pure darkened recess of the soul
withered things will again feel whole