Children playing

Children playing.

Teasing each other.

How nice.

Look at me child.

I am no one.

Playing with you.

Things important.

Things insignificant.

A bubble in the air.

Children poke it and break it.

But the bubble was there.

Eternal and perfect.

As all things that are now dead.

Come.

Let's play.

Let's destroy the cosmos.

Let's breed new worlds again...

~ Death Poetry