Hey, you there
you're inhaling air so polluted and poisonous
it's toxic; deadly; its spice can hurt your insides.
You're oddly lethal that you reside here, next to me; in this world
but hey, we've all lit a couple cigarettes to purposely rust our lungs
not only our lungs but also our hearts
we have swallowed daggers and tasted burnt cigarettes.
It's disgusting how we are all throwing ashes on each other
the flame may always want to remain around our houses because we reside in such an ill-flavored place.
I can vomit all of this venom but the outside will always remain as is.
We've been struck by lightning, once, twice, thrice.. We've turned into monsters.
This shed of electricity that sparks upon my lean body is the one that is sent from yours...
The world crashes every single day because of how fragile it is, barely standing on any of its stems
yet we still decide to crash ourselves on it, although we are in it.
How daring a move; its people are destroying the land that has sheltered them from all destruction and danger
it has shielded them from any daggers...
How dare we make this place so polluted or hostile?
Legend says, when you know death is imminent, you'd reduce the idea and give in happiness for the end of its days
I say, the world might end at any moment, second, day... how will we learn?
Humanity craves humanly faith; it needs its air supply...
How dare a single Earthling just proclaim this as a rant?
The last time I checked, the word "care" was still embedded onto the pages of the dictionary
it still exists.
Why not we use it while it still exists and lasts?
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
