Her life blood flowing into the current...
A wound so grievous we can only watch...
...and wait
We swore we wouldn't go this far
We swore to keep ourselves under control
We swore to always remember her gift to us
Well...
We didn't!
We've tried to suture the breach
-it continues to flow
-tried to alert the others
But the more corrupt among us
Wish to sweep this under the rug
What is she thinking right now? Watching us watching her die....
The wickedest among us actually smiling as she dies,
Can her unconditional love triumph over the vast black wrath she feels?
As she lapses out of this reality will she forgive us?
Or with the last ounce of her strength rise,
And sweep us away with her viscous flow
Gaia, forgive us
--CT10--L2SWIM
Critique, discussion, welcome. Not my best work, but it helps remind me whats going on right now...
