Why does it even matter if all we are meant to be is ash

And ashes decompose and rise anew, and we are left

Behind in an ancient world that will never belong again.

In my dreams, I soar above eucalyptus trees

By day, my limbs are tried with thin string

Manipulated by genetic coding, distorted by my mind

I hate this, to my core I shake with f**cking terror

Bones trembling, mind splintering, skin peeling

That I ever thought anything could be different

That I ever thought I really stood a chance

Me vs. The universe vs. The billions of cosmos-shattering stars

That would shatter my heart in an instant.

Purple butterflies, tickling my cheeks

And I'll fly away with them.

Or be sucked into a cold, infinite vacuum.