We all need destruction.
We all need to pick up the remains of our lives and put them back together.
We all try to live in the ruins of our past,
However burnt-down or washed out they may be.
We all hate the hero,
Hate the suspect,
Pity the victim,
Shun the wrong-doer.
We all copy the original.
We all try to stand out,
But looking at the world from the moon,
We are all just puny little ants, scattering throughout the day.
We all fade away.
Some people's demise more glorious than the last, than the next.
We all fall, hoping to be picked back up.
We all get let down, rejected.
No matter how weary or weak we may become,
We all strive to find that last bit of energy,
So we can watch our whole lives, and the lives of others,
Go to waste, and burn before our very eyes.
We want the world to burst into flames,
Out of the blue, just combust.
We all want the world to end, tragically, I might add.
We all want a definite answer, but are too scared of the truth to even consider it as a possibility.
We all want the universe to crumble,
For infinity to be the greatest myth.
We all want to die.
All of us.
