Ozymandian

In rapid decline of the future

A chimera is about to step in

Will my incorruptibility be a surprise to the vultures

That are meant to starve, unnourished, astonished, and thin?

Is something here?

What's the cold, ghastly breath

Sowing shivers onto my neck?

It was a lie right from the start

Utopias dreamt while sleeping in the open grave

The future has grown within my flesh to the size of cathedral

And my inner strength will never allow it to fall

To see what's behind the wall of death, you need just a pillar

When knife cuts the heart, corpse turns into stone

But what's the cold, ghastly breath

Sowing shivers onto my neck?

It was a lie right from the start

Utopias dreamt while sleeping in the open grave

Spare me one more dawn

For the ghosts to hear my prayers out

Oppressed by painful doubts, tentacles, and rats

Spare me one more dawn

Is something here?

Resuscitating rotten corpse

Buried knee-deep in snowy mud

Blackest mouth, highest hopes

Sprinkling the putrid flesh with golden dust

But what's the cold, ghastly breath

Sowing shivers onto my neck?

It was a lie right from the start

Utopias dreamt while sleeping in the open grave