if you can't accept my rejection, its not my issue as i can't love you anymore, because i have realized my worth just like you did back then— when my heart was crumbled down under your feet i am not doing it to take revenge it's karma, who is back to give you, what you gave others
Turritopsis dohrnii: A species of jellyfish that can revert back To a sexually immature state when its injured or dying, making it biologically immortal.
A jellyfish, Nothing but thickened water Some genetic material Polythene bags and paper glue, Is granted immortality. We, humans The heirs of a billion evolutions, A million grains of life, Crumble like sand castles Scatter like sawdust.
The universe taunts, Laugh until your shadow swallows you Your every breath was a thousand last breaths, Puny mortal.
dripping nightmares from my eyelids burning pleasures in my eyes my sinews wrapped in the vines of my mind a black tear ***** doom from the beyond and the brittle footsteps of boney death crumble at your doorstep
Trading life for death isn't the countermeasure for strife! As it is very "politely" too say that life mocks the complete scenario of death itself. However, if you actually started to take a little closer look at ourselves in general... You'd come to say that our very lives, aren't so different when death essentially claims them. Only when it is time for our lives to become entirely subjected upon deaths desire to appoint life to crumble at deaths very feet. Life in deaths very comparison for an opposite comparison, is seeing that it's nothing but "dust at one's very toes". But when life is about to crumble and seemingly turn into a crumbling dustless ash... It see's itself (for the very first time ever) plead too death in such a way as if it's begging at it's very, well...feet! Revealing it's form of crumbling dustless ash, even before it's become aware of that very state. As all life ever wanted (after coming to the final point in it's very supposed fluid ride of existence) was to hope for a nice ending! Until finding out that death wasn't so merciful!
Life. Death. All are so distinct from another. But also so...frail! Could one or the other truly outdo the other...? If so, then... How would a countermeasure for strife ever determine the outcome, when everything's too "disembodied"!
One minute you’re indulging in life’s empty promises, full of light with a touch a glow; and suddenly, you’ve been consumed by the paradox of your own mind; crumbling; deteriorating; without a trace, you’re dying.
You listen to me But you don't hear me at all I'm not so sure you heard My screams and my bawls You left me to sit here, Watch me crumble and fall Now I'm positive You don't care at all Because you never pick Up the phone when I call Now I'll sit here alone And talk to these Paper thin walls
Now I'll sit here alone and talk to these paper thin walls
She left the gate agar And the sun crept in to steal my time, Adding the ever-careful wrinkles round my eyes. Dead strawberries withered with care And Rainy, ****** skies weighed down with weeks of meager, longing stares.
Is there more I can hold in the folds of my fingers? Drip through the cracks, I fumble. I wish I could see my darkening eyes... And hear the seeds of my labor crumble
Are there ever enough days? Enough time? I’ll never do it all...