She rose in bouts of waking; wearied of this tender aching Into the night, a riot shaking; no one could cease the worlds final breaking And so she bled, and thusly fed the darkness at her door She slipped into the mask and wore it as a second skin once more
Deforestation for industrialization, Is more like self-annihilation. Soon we'll be on artificial respiration.
Procrastination for solutions on pollution, Gonna cost upcoming generation. Life cycle will break as animals add up in the list of extinction. Soon every living being on this planet will be graven; Due to starvation...
we loop together like ivy over broken down cars full circle once again we fall out miss each other and we sync back into infatuation it’s lovely vain and impermanent like the planet and us within it
man’s garden of garbage valueless lottery tickets and soiled coffee cups watered with soda and fragments of Modelo bottle glass shards we prop up our feet on lawn chairs and watch it grow