Everything ends
its inevitable, set in stone
every path worn away, every step, every stone
Yes everything ends, its sad, its true
all the plants in the ground , even me , even you
the pulse runs flat and the core grows cold
the hands they clasp ,knuckles white, stripped to bone
so yes everything ends and everything stops even me even you
even paper even clocks
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC