Stagnant Air

The fable begins simply enough
the bugs and the people try desperately to hug,
and the pinching feeling of tentacles swarm
as octopuses contend with squids,
and simplistic people penetrate with swords,
The heart of some feline manhunter,
Who only wants to feed its kind,
and digest and distribute the remains,
That are then to be buried under sand,
Kindly remove the judgement
Replace it with humility,
And contemplate the forever after,
Of a once rotted fairy tale re-imagined,
In a new half hour special,
In this 1st world country,
Where others find themselves fading so fast,
In the midst of the myth,
Looking for a moral to the now long gone story,
Contemplating since childhood,
To now to their dying last days,
As the breath frequently leaves the mouth,
And the lungs dry up without any moisture,
and then the tigers come and eat away the remains,
Don't be alarmed,
For your deposits will make the flowers bloom,
Or so they say of this circle of life,
And the finality of some mistaken legend,
Let us enjoy the story,
For their may be no point,
But its adventurous and its dangerous,
Its dramatic and hilarious,
It is what it is,
And it will be what it will be,
Take it or leave it,
But stay awhile at least to witness the coming storms,
Thunder will not harm you,
And the lightning isn't good at seeking out its aforementioned target,
So go,
Sleep away the pains,
But then wake up and walk a brand new day,
And breathe it in, till you can't anymore.
You got it,
So stop wishing it away,
The End.