a living death

the world consumes us all one at a time,
bit by bit we are destroyed,
starting first with our every last naive vision of happiness and beauty,
we are torn apart,
our souls are sundered and cast away,
until every last thing that makes us who we are is gone,
though destruction is never the end,
never being what we once were.
we continue,
existing just because we know no other way,
as we're led to oblivion not ever knowing,
there is nothing left to be lost.