If you want me honest it is just about how the little things gets ruined in life, but it can be implied to much bigger problems than those where you Just to destroy them or get destroyed. |
It feels as death at my body’s side
With each sickly cough
From the puss that oozes from each orifice
As ash plumes from each sear
Its head burning like an incurable fever;
A conundrum, when concrete meets not abstract
Where Body then ignores Soul
And then is left a husk, dismal carcass
Only rotting upon the pavement, scavengers,
Salivating over the free pickings;
What had been done to wish this hate,
Upon an already meek creature?
I am but a plankton, life dependent,
Upon the waters of nature’s bounty
Like each amoeba, sheltered without consent;
Our lives are dependent on you,
Steely mount, for without your grace
Your love, your approval, your white smile…
Microscopic we shall remain
Forever a feast to greater beasts, greater men;
This ailment was brought upon purposely
You know this, cruel steed
So will you force me to live my life,
Within rocky caverns, eternal shelters?
No! I will not offer more life blood
This supposed charity, I now refuse;
There are other manners of life
Beyond your spectrum, however
Unlikely… perhaps I lie to myself,
With each loss of vigor, martyrdom
Unseen, unappreciated, unapproved…
But so, too, shall you remain fallow
Unused, and no more shall you
Pain my kind, however biased
Your decision was against me
I’ll breath my last,
Without shame,
To end only you.