Is Life nothing more than Death beating in The Human Tragedy?

A dire race for self-destruction, lost in space;
It's victim: a small blue planet, like a flower to be devoured by a swarm of insatiable, starving insects..

What have we done to this place?

We the people; we the pests; we the invasive species;
We are concocting euthanizing pesticides to put us out of our dying misery;
We have dug our own graves in the name of "making a living" and have nowhere left to sow the seed.

Take us back to Death's fertile womb at the hour of our conception;
Let us abort the blood-thirsty parasite consuming her.

I want to live on a cloud
Where life isn't hard,
And people aren't cruel
Or accidentally life destroying.

***** this world.

it's not about your silky touch of gold,
or what draws me to your world,
I can only begin to imagine that.

I guess I'm obsessed, drawn by the madness,
of which I am indebted.

but you're a sinner,
wholehearted winner,
the one who stole my heart,
not to mention the apple of the ripe,
I am forever truly eager for a bite.

I can't help but find myself lost in depth,
of your deep blue eyes & ocean-like soul.