this breathless creature
dying on the ground.

It cant call for help
it cant ask for food
Not a word can come from its mouth
but in one quick glance
staring deep into its beading gazers
can tell you a story of a life once loved my many
Of a world more appreciated for the small things.
this spirit of the world is breathless,
dying,
and all you can do is flick another burning cigarette,
throw another bit of plastic
shoot another gun.
because thats what this world is coming to,
why delay it?
I'll tell you why.
The pure beauty of this living organism called earth
is bliss in a shot glass.
Drink it,
I dare you.
you'll get drunk off the thought of giving a ****
So **** faced you wont even realize it.
If you appreciate the world now,
Maybe, just maybe
you can make a difference when it matters most.