What beautiful annihilation,
Something as small as a feeling,
Bringing such chaos,
Even death seems more peaceful.
What curious creatures we are,
Things which nourish us,
Also destroy us,
The give and take of the universe.
Even our self appointed creators destroy us,
Condemning the flaws of their grand masterpiece,
Sentencing them to death, some forever burning,
Born into continuous devastation.
From our first breath,
We were meant for tragedy,
Born crying for freedom,
Dying in the pretty little box we built from life.
Fascinated by love,
Hypnotized by our own egos,
Drinking pain,
Thirsty for knowledge.
The is the human experience,
A meld of beauty and destruction,
The perfect imperfection,
An intricate weaving of life.
