I am carbon suspended
in befouled dihydrogen monoxide
disintegrating back into star dust
with every breath I take.

my atoms vibrate tediously
counting down in real time
oscillating sequentially
to a secret frequency
within the quantum void
breaking sub-atomically
the bonds that keep me whole.

DNA unravelling telomeres
each passing replication
making me less than I was before
see me mutate sag, and break
seeping jaundiced plasma
dripping from my fetid pores.

This is inevitable destiny
by unintelligible design
the only complaint I dare to make
is why does this need to hurt
the way it does each day?