Possible Futures in the Minds of Children

With each thoughtless step The floor sings a quiet reminder A weight to carry The floor sings a quiet reminder Scratch and scrape at the illusive surface A grief stricken anatomy resides below Its cities and streets have been choked By clouds of black ash and smoke The trade has been made and we will burn for sure We will burn for sure The crackling of splintering wood echoes across the leveled earth As you ventured about for forgiveness Merciless depletion Carnivorous consumption And still your persuits seek absolution Void solutions Commodified conservation Posthumous restitution Remember with each thoughtless step you ruined the world Shame on you You labeled lives as living units of production You're a living unit of destruction Now all you have consumed grins as the earth's caverous jaws open to take you back You will die unseen in a ritual of healing There's a roof over all our heads And it's slowly caving in There's a cop behind my shoulder Watching what I do A car crash mindset A straw house waiting for a hurricane An itch you'll never scratch A wall you'll never climb A whisper in your ear that never goes away A dream that you will never ever ever wake from Lying on a bed made of glass Myopic and miserable the loneliness will grow The roof will just collapse and it only gets worse from there The only light I see now is the glow of a screen The promise of a world that I can't touch, can't feel, can't see Inconsequential epheral digital

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 12, 2026