we are born as cadavers

Written by William F. DeVault on November 5, 2009 – 3:45 pm -

cool to the touch
like a lover gone grey.
cruelty, too much,
in the ways that we play.
kisses remitted
now forsaken for dust
that fills dying eyes
as we merge with the crust.

and nothing is taken, yet nothing remains.
we are born as cadavers, with dust in our veins.
and life is forsaken, as cowardice calls,
truth an illusion. redefining glass walls.