DEGENERACY

Souls spoken and woven, conjured into nothing, but breathed into life by purpose 

Taken and floated, inhaled by surplus, but breathed into life by purpose

Fleeting and stolen, they leave life broken and folding, but breathed into life by purpose

Cracked and decayed, they leave life dismayed and trembling at the sight of corpus

Its life at end, components now bent, it shrivels and dies on its own

Not living nor breathing but still forever dreaming it shudders at once at its throne

Its tune now quiet, its tale now silent, but breathed into life by purpose