A Life Lost to the Ages

I exist because I write,

my thoughts,
placing them in a fragile time capsule,

forever,

And as ages pass,
My ideas will lie dormant,

Never to be refined,

my skull will decay,
and I will be slowly buried
beneath the sand of time,

Eons pass now and I am found in a new age,

Where unexpectedly a soul will reach for me,

and wonder across my mind,

To catch a glimpse,
of my demon.

And I will say to you,

Look into my soul,

and breath my words,

amongst the living,

For your living in,
the decadent wake.