I want to be a master of myself
But something eludes me
The thing that slowly decays
Is within me
I exist within it but it exists without me
A relentless tide
It moves and and sways
A well known constant in which
All of humanity is enslaved
Slowly it takes and takes
One grows to fear it as we grow older and bitter
Once we are gone and sundered
Whithered and bodies plundred
It starts to effect the next litter.