2015-01-10 02:00
You would find yourself lying...
I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees...
Still living?, yes, in our hearts.
But the mourn of your exit lives supreme...
I was pulled down, down to the ground
I was dragged into a hole...
Unopened presents
'neath forgotten Christmas tree...
You rush within me, my veins
terrestrial planets that orbit you like...
There,
in the heap...
If I fall from the sky,
save me, I flew too high...
The poor souls,
not yet even lived to see...
My body's cold
Yet I wear warm clothes...
You look lovely on a page -
peppered in ink and promise...
Slowly the tide is taking me in, i try to fight it...
Pulling me under deeper and deeper...