165 (Part 3)

...Shaped by the Winds
of worthless trivia,
we cloud our minds
into a storm.

Our thirst for knowledge
burning like water,
blindly believe,
we follow Form.

We are the Cold,
we are the Lonely,
we have become that rainy day...

Thus lying in grace while we are sleeping,
never to wake, we are Decay.

                                                   ...Toffears