I'm falling
down
this hill
this mountain
falling from the sky
in that pretty white dress bought in summer
paid for with sanity and blood
I'm falling down
with your bricks on my back
Its what you dearly want
in your dreams I'll never make it back
beating me down
under earth
under sky
in that pretty white dress bought in summer
now burned black.
4.09.2006
4.03.2006
Speak
I feel the rush of your being
p
a
s
s
by me
you don't see me
at least very much of me
I reach out to touch you
but catch a falling leaf instead.