This silver essence foreshadows my dreams and desires -
the thoughts of one meek being unto another humble servant.
We, the humble race that kills in the name of life,
wages war in the name of peace,
and destroys in the name of creation.
These worlds once lost may never be rediscovered,
yet to merely lose them would be a blessing,
we could do them no more harm.
The blood lies slaughtered in the streets
and we have our motives, excuses all the same.
Why are so many things worth more to us dead than alive,
destroyed rather than whole?
You never know what you had until it's gone -
only because that's when you realize how much you need it.
Never bother to look and tell what beauty something holds inside -
just wait for the autopsy.
