Nightfall from Event by Enemy of the Rose

the colony of aphids has bred beyond belief,
creeping militant on every unbloomed bud and under leaf.
oh, i should have known, but the colonization took me by surprise!
oh, never trust an aphid. never trust an aphid's eyes!

the walls of the asylum crumbled gray to dust beneath our feet.
we crept along the stairs and up the halls like leaves in windy streets.
the darkness touched our arms and fingers; our eyes clung to the light -
the escape erased behind us, and the exit out of sight.

oh god, you showed us the fruit and we tasted it.
oh god, you gave us a world and we wasted it.

we are the leaves that fall from trees of dying trust
we are the rust from dust from gold of things you touched

oh god, surely you knew from the start?
any other creature would have served you with a purer heart!

and if i am worth life
then why do others die
under bridges and by ropes swinging heavily in time?
and if i am worth love
then why do others cry
alone in streetcars, unmet, unmissed,
and burdened under lies?
and if we are worth life
then why must some despair
beneath the weight of inner suffering
too intimate to bear?
and if we are worth love
then why do some exist
as washed-up shells or empty shelves
or whispers in the mist?

and if i am worth life,
why do others die
before their times in dim-lit buildings hung with neon lights?

and if i am worth love
why do others die
on subway benches unnoticed as the miles trickle by?

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