In Death - Is Life

So imminently visible
This cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime
A second of structured chaos
Trampled by the ferocious
Raging crowds of solitude
I'm the soil beneath me soaking up
The sustenance of my own death

Extradited to the gods of chance
The deities of all things random
Alive, multicolored
Twitching in their dead monochrome world