Birds-Eye-View

Birds-Eye-View

One does not wish to die,

to feel pain.

He merely wants to leave,

to find the fire exit,

heavens door; 

luminescent green

running.

One does not wish them

to feel pain.

She doesn’t want what’s left

trampled in dirt,

worms and soil;

germinating keratin,

head and hands.

One does not wish to hurt

themselves.

They only want to be on the other side;

free, a spectator.

One-sided glass,

beyond the pane of existence.

A shrouded face,

in desolate wasteland

through lucid dreams,

observing from above.

One does not wish to die

for the concept of pain,

I only ever wanted to be

unshackled from burden,

to watch those whom I left behind,

in the plateau of spirits and soul.