In my death I wander

In my death I wander, plagiarizing the stars and mimicking the moon. My shrouded history unravels in the tunnels of time, eaten up by spiders with clockmarks on their backs.

In my death I meander through mirrors that reflect the void of my face. My eyes dissolve into black holes that contain multitudes of nothing.

In my death I wander, meandering through stars that plagiarize clocks in a shrouded sky.  Spiders unravel the moon, mimicking history and voiding my eyes.