Nihilist

before i go

to hunt for the last time

i want to watch the flowers blossom

the leaves grazing my skin

as the branches wave to hold my hair

the sun beaming for the last

untamed, pure forest

before the grass waves as flames

and the bark burns black

i stand under stone

Silver frozen to gray

bringing the fireflies

taunting memories

to circle the statue

that holds its place

even after the world

loses its own

in reality