untittled

Help me, I need to get away.
All there is the blood of the ones.
Get me away from here.
Pull me out of this life
and into another life i cant stand this on anymore.
I wish i was a spider web dangling from a tree and blowing in the wind.
Walking out of the brambles is the fox.
His tiny feet leave no mark. Like how my life doesn't need to exist.
His footprints are like my life.
No meaning only to be hunted down and squashed.
Patting the flowers saying my last goodbyes and hellos
I wish farewell and disintegrate into the sunset and hum the melodies of spring.