baby's breath.

dissect the desolate
what you find?
a partialy devoured, eroding mind.
round about the bounds of this mine
what I find?
a tedious ticking of the clock,
we become passive predators of sedimentary rock
and dwindle into dust.
erase,
rewind.
abolish time.
count for mistakes we've made
and fade.
fucking fade, descend and die,
descendance into life.
and what we've found...

the moment the mind is torn
the soul is born
this being the life you choose to re-create.