No one tries to save the monster from themselves
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
There was an army of ants in the plastic plants
So I poured light through a magnifying glass
And I created a fire on the artificial grass
They scurried and hurried
with flames on their backs
Like soldiers on a hopeless plain,
searching for invisible barracks
And I sighed as they died,
because we are all the same:
Scurrying and hurrying from invisible pain
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC