Burial

Self-confidence dashed there's nothing left
Frustration building like rotting flesh
Fumes building as grotesque results
The original forms no longer the defaults

Darkness enclosing with no escape
Like isolated prisons with no open gates
Destruction done, there is no solution
Destruction done, there is only dilution

Perfume covering the great stench
Memories are stored in minds deep trench
Filled in with blending soil
Thoughts are ignored before they boil

Rotting bodies with no god
Maggots reminding them of great fraud
Hope lost there's nothing left
The only choice is to dilute each death