What if you were a species,
That was born,
For the sole purpose of being consumed by a higher power.

Some of us,
Were born to be consumed by the rays of light,
Shining through the cracked windows of our broken homes.

I, however, take flight like a moth,
I was born,
For the sole purpose to be consumed by the rain,

& by the blanket of the night.

I was born to be consumed whole,
Come nightfall,
By the wave of thoughts that flood my head.