and they cried
and they listened to
the midnight rhymes
and they let the leaves fall
from the trees so tall
tumbling down
laying on the ground
i lay beneath the surface
never to be touched
by such a beautiful leaf
only a root
digging in deep
penetrating the being that is me
breaking through the fibers
that create my soul
and it is selfish
with its unholy craving
to suck the life
from my life filled bones
come, death, lay with me
beneath the stone cold ground.
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