You see a simple speck of dust,
an insect on the street.
But my being will devour you
and leave your carcass in the heat.
Rot, rot, rot away;
lips drawn back to smile.
Sacred words are spoken now,
as you choke upon the bile.
Insignificance is my name,
I live inside you all.
I steal away assuredness
and prepare you for the fall.
Welcome to the darkest place,
your eyes will soon adjust.
Regardless of how loud you scream,
you're alone here, left to rust.
~J.A.D