The Divide
Morgan Dodson of Stories, Nicholas Dodson
Hear me
Take a breath of the air we are forced to filter
Feel the stream we poison, intoxicating the blood of the body that gave birth to existence
We're nothing more than her
We are no more vital than this earth, just another layer in a multi-verse
We are the black hole inside her, the only cause for the chaos we fear
What have wе become?
We arе killing her
She taught us how to walk, and now we spit in her face
Don't tell me everything is fine
Will I ever dislocate myself from this mindless machine
I can't explain the vexation
Every time I try and pull myself out from the dark, I have found myself lost in a devolving society
A generation
I am a gear in the engine
Powered
Destroying
I am darkness