If i could take on life
I would
If i could destroy the system to make a
Eco friendly environment
I would

But to kill is not in the book of the living
It's a crime
But its passion resides in my mind

So I stay dissolate
Towards the worlds own graves
And watch the seasons change
While my hair turns grey
My teeth become brittle
My muscles aches and joints whither
Until my dying day
I remain
If i could, I would
But instead rest in peace

While the seasons change
And the world becomes a sewage drain
© M.C💗