Craving

I crave for this angel,
This angel whose darkness rivals mine.

We no longer kill one another,
But kill those who heartlessly ignore our relentless pleas.

In space, the stars are no nearer,
They just glitter like a morgue.

And I dreamt I was the undertaker,
Taking my own life,
Consuming those who created me to this angel of darkness.

We have become commercials to our destiny,
Bestowing to those superior to us,
Denying us of our own thoughts.

Let not reality detach us from ourselves,
Detach us from what is being presented.

But I’m not detached,
Nothing heals and nothing grows.