Needless Things: Deathly Disintegrational

A whisper fractures the marrow of night, Ashes unravel in the absence of light. Bones dissolve to a dust-born hymn, Carved by shadows, hollow and grim.

The body betrays its fragile skin, Atoms scatter where void begins. Every breath a corrosive toll, Unmaking flesh, unbinding soul.

Skulls collapse in silent implosion, A dirge of entropy, cold erosion. The grave is not a resting place— It’s a vortex tearing through time and space.

Deathly disintegrational reigns, Shredding matter, splitting chains. A spiral of ruin, eternal and vast, Where even echoes cannot last. NNN