Decoming

It's been a long time coming
As humanity turns
into piles of pink
sludge
before my eyes
they'll speak
in grunts
and beeps
like rusted nails
into my ears
And the air
will become water
And the water
will become magma
And I
will no longer belong here
I
will launch myself
into whatever lies
beyond
and whether it is
filled with perfect days
or decomposing like rats
it's got to be better
then what is becoming
now