I'll drop to my knees for you;
You don't even have to ask.
Just let me do this simple task -
let me hear those shuddered gasps.

The season changes -
Warm nights cool off, frost lingers in the morning.
Trees shed their green, while embracing that fading warmth into their tones.
As grasses retreat to the soil, as rivers ice over,
leaves fall from their branches. Letting go.
No longer bound to that from which they grew.

The soil shifts. The mountains crack.
The boulders tumble, a predetermined track.
Nothing solid, stays forever.
All that lives, endures the weather.

The visions blur, those thoughts unheard.
The secrets tended, become lies defended.
Everything paused, envelops never.
All that dies, had once surrendered.

You fell into the darkest space -
A place where sound, was silence
That ocean of murky waters.
Look up, see your reflection
Meet those eyes, staring down -
Take the hand which is offered
Make sure that you don't drown.

I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Erased.