Early birdsong, hitting the sweet spot.

"Put it to sleep."
"It will wake up again, stronger."

"Bury it deep."
"It will crawl its way out again, angrier."

"Kill it."
"It is immortal, it is you."

"Eat some sunlight and sing a lullaby, hope for the best until the best becomes you, until the word loses all meaning."

"That's what I do. I burn all bridges.
Let it burn, burn it to the ground."
Zzzzz

Self destruction begins with passion, ends with exhaustion.

Oblique cases of 'I'

Look at me!

Where? Which is it?