Somewhere near the tree
a decadence of mangled limbs
Watching as the roots undo
Into skeletal remains of growth
Exhaling all that air
Just to crash and burn
A poignant point to state
As this graveyard planet resumes

Waste away all the days
On this rock up in the sky
No resistance can be met
When you're merely here to die
What we call our problems-
Are just self centered complaints
Excuses to find meaning
In this worthless empty place