I want to be their eyes,
to light the match and fall into a trance,
becoming one with destruction by flame;

I want to be the fire,
to eat away the world around me
and rise my wings from the ash;

I want to be the bird,
to fill the hollows of my bones with dirt
and sink into the earth;

I want to be the earth,
to search the surface for your feet
and decompose you into me;

I want to be your eyes,
to see a world of melting flesh
and all things obsolete.

Anatomical roots cover
The heart of this planet
Trees sprouting
From the darkest crevasses
In which the insects hide
Clawing their way towards
The gaseous orb
That gives them nutrients

Some don’t grow far enough
Suppressed by unknown toxins
Just stopping short of the
Illuminated line between life and death
Petrified, the trees stay solid
Until the insects of time rot them away

However, some do find success
Making it out of these
Pitch black caverns
To find themselves
Living in a whole different world
A land that only they can
Appreciate, love and cherish
Because they can see the difference
They came from the dark
Between the roots
Reaching for the sun
Hoping not to get burned