Skeptical Alien

What is it like to survive?

It was a surprise, having my way out on my spherical chamber, breathing what you breathe, seeing what kind of planet your eyes have seen, living in the light and dark one moment at a time. It was mystical and ironic, having the idealism of destructing a beauty. I have your eyes, nose and mouth. Wonderful senses. I left a home, and found another. You lost a home to live a life. We're even.

What is it like to survive?

You have brought this planet to its end. You proliferate but you cultivate diseases. The chemicals found its way to destroy. There's scattered blisters upon the surface, waiting to be healed. The living shed its death, now this is just to take away your habitat.

What is it like to survive?

The life of being dependent on your surroundings just to respire, digest and quench. To magically describe the unexplained affections between your species.

I don't know.
And I might not want to know.

You sliced me up and now I know.