On one of my last strolls, I saw a mountain range and thought,
“The world's a painting, is it not?
What a brilliant imitation...
What exuberant delineation
...
Ring, ring...
Your family's calling
It seems;
One last battle,
...
I now know much—
Perhaps too much
To ever be happy.
Sorrow is the norm
...
The last bird song heard
In this forgotten flesh
Is one of sorrow, worry, and regret;
The whispers plea across the trees
...
Drop upon drop, fate bangs away
On imminent loss: liquid evaporating.
We only go up, condense our beings,
To unavoidably fall
...
I've kissed a demon's lips
Amidst the loveliest mist
This life has ever missed.
To be remiss in reminiscence
...
There's always a wall.
We waver through the call —
No way to escape this place
At all.
...
She loves to jump off
Every single precipice
At a sequence,
Abandoning one victim;
...
Lost all hope in the dirt...
Don't think flowers bloom again.
Held on to fertilizer...
Until realizing its earthy.
...