Gazing upon the windows of night,
Soft Shells crushed in my hands,
I cry as my tears fall upon scattered sand kingdoms.
Intricate life scattered like sand upon the beach
I stand upon.
Once where natured graced this barren earth,
Like the specter of Death;
Only my tears remind me of my supposed humanity.
No skull and scythe and cloak of dark infinity,
But a tear-stained face and a wallet stuffed with money and a god-complex.
However I am not alone,
Upon this raped and ravaged stretch of beach;
Stark white infinity against the night blotched by human forms
Just like mine.
Everything is dead beneath us:
Plants, Animals, the Land, and each other;
An infinite beach of corpses slaughtered throughout the centuries,
All to pleasure our egos.
Whole Worlds destroyed because of our narrow-mindedness,
An ENDLESS cycle.
Awake for the first time
I see the evil of mankind;
My tears shed for the atrocities committed by myself.
Yet when I look up,
Nigh none are aware of their senseless brutality
Against the Earth and its organic kin.
Our own natures blind us like rhinoceros trapped among
A tiny kingdom of paper.
Forever blind they walk
Mercilessly over everything and everyone.
No matter how much I shout
They only hear the sound of money rubbing sensually against pockets,
And of the static uproar of a synthetic future.
Suddenly I hear the smooth slither of the ocean onto land.
It calls to me like a Siren;
Crying against the oil and chemicals which clog its being.
As I stare into the dying blue surf
I know what I must do.