How can one find balance
If one cannot love or die?

Though he is small
He understands the empty house.
Running to his room
He hides,
Inside the duvet
Re-reading the hungry caterpillar.
Wanting to emerge from his cocoon
Into a world
Where wilted flowers grow

Blacklight shines across the hollow forest
As I stumble along the beaten path
Our fellowship slowly diminishes by the hour
As the night hunts its tender prey

Emotion erupts like a youthful river
Outpouring among our humble tribe
Drowning all that wade across its mighty shores
Slaughtering all that lay in its path

As darkness falls and dawn prevails
Our battle scars begin to fade
As our noble wounds must be concealed
To prevent our modest world's dismay

Swash arises with immeasurable strength
Cascading against a buckling hull
Lost screams echo incoherently in a dark abyss
White embers engulf the universe
As the world cracks in two

Waves distort life and death with gentle balance
Bestowing reincarnation against the odious blue kraken
Rolling innocently upon the great pale sea
Striding to quench a perishing thirst
Embarking on my final journey.