brainhellhole overspill

like old leaves, we will fall

and rot and fade,

losing our glory, once upheld

above all else.

in zigzags we will fall

slowly, gradually

and without a doubt,

surely.

on cold dead earth, we will fall

again passing through all

the pains we have endured

in rising. (yes, in rising, we’ve pained -

yet again i say, we will fall, thank you.)

passing through all life’s branches, we will fall,

through thickets,

through thick thorns

and onto the ground

like old leaves, we will fall

and rot and fade,

though in rising, we have pained.

through thickets and thorns,

to the dead and frigid earth,

i say, we will fall.

~ by geniusness on November 23, 2005.