Let It Die

Let it all burn, I say— the concrete, the politics, the endless wanting. Let forests split open the streets, roots cracking through glass and stone.

I’m done with this hungry machine,

its black metal jaw, its lies wrapped in gold.

All of us, turning, turning,

feeding it our blood, our bones.

It’s time to walk off this stage,

leave it cold, empty, forgotten.

No more of this hollow pursuit—

these sick cycles we spin around,

calling it life.

Who are we kidding?

This world was rigged

from the beginning,

made to chew us up,

spit us out as dust.

Let it all burn, I say—

the concrete, the politics,

the endless wanting.

Let forests split open the streets,

roots cracking through glass and stone,

swallowing our foolish monuments,

our temples to ourselves.

We’ve forgotten what it is to breathe

in a world not choked by greed.

Let this be the final sigh,

the earth reclaiming its own skin,

and silence, that old friend,

coming to take back

what was never ours to keep.