I know nothing of death
I know nothing of life
yet I still crave creation
and destruction
I crave like a god
eager to meet its creatures
and walk with bare feet
across the oceans and the forests
and the icy mountains
getting stuck in my toes
like rusty nails
in a house under construction
and I crave the blood
that will follow
and make rivers
across the landslides
I crave its richness
painting natural crevices
in a way hands never could
I crave the sweet rotting of death in the soil
being eaten and taken apart
and yet feel like part of a whole
for the first time
I crave and gnaw my teeth
in the dead silence of night
my extremities with pins and needles
urging me to do
to be
I crave like a monster
and feel like a demon
looking in the mirror
And I crave like an angel
desperate to go home
to the stars and beyond
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
I know nothing of death
I know nothing of life
yet I still crave creation
and destruction
I crave like a god
eager to meet its creatures
and walk with bare feet
across the oceans and the forests
and the icy mountains
getting stuck in my toes
like rusty nails
in a house under construction
and I crave the blood
that will follow
and make rivers
across the landslides
I crave its richness
painting natural crevices
in a way hands never could
I crave the sweet rotting of death in the soil
being eaten and taken apart
and yet feel like part of a whole
for the first time
I crave and gnaw my teeth
in the dead silence of night
my extremities with pins and needles
urging me to do
to be
I crave like a monster
and feel like a demon
looking in the mirror
And I crave like an angel
desperate to go home
to the stars and beyond
