Destruir

Words dripping 

in a promise that is 

quickly slipping 

into a chemical sleep 

induced by 

nocturnal synchrony

Lascivious intentions

halted by a lack of

socialized conventions

Death defines our miracles

Mortality gives us a sense of

things coming full circle

But we will waste

more than 

we will embrace

And here we are

sitting inside broken clocks

The doors are all open

because we destroyed the locks

Time is a concept we created

so that this

can mean something more

than the breath on our lips

Learn to adore the simplicity

or lose what makes up

you entirely

I have no sympathy 

for those that lack empathy

You might be human

You might be machine

But either way it 

isn’t comforting

 

 

Destruction

is merely

creation’s

equal.