Sunday, 16 September 2012

Every Footstep Equals Death

Yeah, like, we're all murderers dude! Of billions of invisible creatures! Maaaaan.

Enjoy :P


Every Footstep Equals Death

Every footstep that I take
Every time I close my eyes
Every breath that leaves my lungs
An unseen crowd of creatures dies

A walking talking death machine
Of countless animalcules
Single celled
Not long for this world
My every action causes hell

Perishing, writhing
No hope of surviving
The invisible swarm
I deform
Bodies still warm

So suddenly I’m made aware
That murder flows from every breath
Where every heartbeat drowns their souls
And every footstep equals death

3 comments:

  1. We just go and kill everything *shakes head sadly*

    This is a great poem :D

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  2. This is a beautiful poem, Octa. It is truly unbelievable that yes, we are walking death-bringers. It's really rouses sorrow to think that we carelessly wander with blood on our hands, but whilst we bring death, we also bring life. Going on from the theme of micro-lives, without us, millions of species of bacteria and such would not be able to survive. Of course, I am not making an effort to contradict you, merely stating that we are not only death-bringers, but life-givers.

    Well done, Octa, on another astoundingly beautiful poem. Thank you for posting.

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  3. You have a wonderful unique way of looking at things and further astound me when you take what you thing and how you feel and write extraordinary poems from them. *hugs tight* I love this so much!
    Sorry for the lateness of my comment. I had read this and have been meaning to reply for some time now.

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