Shadows and dust

If at the end,
we are only shadows and dust,
bound to the same end without company,
to the same custody.

Spirits and shattered,
exposed to the same sun without mercy,
to the same cold night of controversy.

Soul and ashes,
wrapped in a waist without identity,
in a single entity.

Shadows and dust,
entrails of the same being
who only will recognize unseeing.