a not so simple lesson in biology(the foodchain has to end somewhere)

let's call this is symbiotic relationship. we can't abandon this photosynthetic process. my pupils dialate from the light of our love. i am the clock that eats at your skin. if you're looking for protection, or maybe just confinement, i give you permission to crawl into my mouth. it's more comfortable than a bodybag and safer than a maze, with just as many turns and deadends. i started the metalic fire that has been consuming your bones and burning in your marrow. we need no introduction. i am the cartilage that is wearing thin between your joints. i am the analog bird that you dreamt about. i soar between the clouds in a digital sky. everything looks different under this pressure. let's call this a symbiotic relationship. but now that i think about it, i may just be your parasite.