Cold empty chrysalis
And pig slop -

Suckle the hearthfire **** of mother earth
we praise ourselves on being diverse
but we are the biodiversity,
spread so thin we can't nourish the hungry and thirsty.

The pale moon shines on a world somehow even colder,
we consume the birthday cake leaving only the smoulders,

Built monuments and towers to a false kind of power,
mycellium clouds bloom come to consume what is ours,
The midnight clock ticking to doomsday, now minutes from hours.

We believe that we control the elements, but loom they,
The ancient forces come soon to smother and cover in dirt
this mausoleum soon to be crematorium Earth.

And when the smoke clears and lifted is the haze
I dream of a peace on Earth without the human race.

I watch the world and it's falling apart. It scares me, you know. Sometimes, it really does.

There's too much noise, too much happening. But it doesn't matter. I know it doesn't. But sometimes, just sometimes. I feel like it does. And then, I just wish for everything to stop.

But then I think of you. Of your smile and the kindness in your eyes. I think of how easy it was to talk to you, to be with you. And just then, I miss you. I miss you and I yearn for the day I will see you again.

Will I? Will I see you again? Will I learn to love you? To be with you? To touch you and make you mine? Oh, how I wish to find you again.

But you're too far. And there's no way for me to reach you. You're only a memory now, one that I cherish everyday. A memory that I keep alive because I pray God for our paths to meet again.

Fragile and naive...
Had she entered the pupa,
With a fear of the dark in her heart...

Headstrong and wise...
Did she emerge,
With a love of lightning in her soul!

Under the facemask
I hid my life
my sorrow,
my pain

my love
for you
I save
for another time


But for this
moment
I let my tears
to fall