Under hesitant moonlight,
I listen to the thrum of the world.
A silent pulse that seems all to loud.
A world in pain,
That absorbs all felt by her inhabitants.
The wordless screams I've felt inside
Now reverberate between blades of grass,
Echo from the clouds to the ground below,
Carried by jagged bolts of lightning,
Burning and scarring the mother.
Causing her pain.
Pain from ours.
Ours to hers.
Then we die...
And she dies with us.