The sun shines a flickering light
Will I still be standing when the wind comes blowing
Will I be gone with the flowers of yesterday
Darkness lies towards me
A pixelated future, nothing I can see
Trying to hold on to my dreams
But it flows away like water
Stood in front of the sky, a spirit opens a path
Though cold, empty, it's better than the aftermath

The night welcomes me with its soft embrace
The morning shines on my eyes
With its blazing gleam
Is this real, is this a dream?
I rub my face, hoping to wake up
Time's dripping ever so slowly
Dancing around me
Like some ****** up ballet

In front of me is the final pain
One more step then into the grave
Barren, yet so bright
Casting aside all my frights
Guiding me towards solace
Leading me away from the surface
I lay my head down, under the covers
I won't be awake for another

Dear Mother Nature,
how did you put our home together?
Did you use the roots as nature's glue?
I wonder if you knew what we would do
with the gifts you had left for us.
Dear Mother Nature,
I wonder how you're feeling
dealing with the constant stealing,
us humans constantly peeling
the layers of our home forever lost.
Dear Mother Nature,
the glue has started to melt,
the consequences starting to be felt.
We have to play with the hand we've been dealt,
no ace up our sleeves
Dear Mother Nature,
We apologise.
I can only surmise the surprise that you had,
our home has been ruined.
No amount of glue can hold it together.

A speckle of light in the dark
a thought, or is it a feeling?
I approach it cautiously,
protective gloves, sterilized tweezers, chemical test kits
Douse the specimen in iodine, apply indicators,
flatten, view under a microscope, put the images through filters,
Compare and contrast with previous samples.
I strain myself to determine its nature most accurately.

Is this feeling irrational?
Maybe justified, yet exaggerated?
Or real, true, pure...

I can't tell.
I bend, I break, I wring what's left of my mind dry
but these methods are proven insufficient.
no way to differentiate

I take off the gloves.
ELIMINATE
So there's nothing in the way
THEM
As I crush their wriggling bodies between my fingers.
ALL

All I do is turn life to dead silence

It's safe after all. unchanging, stable.

Pure black feels almost soft.

Nothing but void. Just this.

So simple.
Sane.







but next time, I'll try again,
there must be
A different way