Fall over,
                   and over
      and over
    and over
           and over
        and over
   and over
                    and over
      and over.
And then you stop.
Dead.

Well, you see, not everyone has that as an option.
Not everyone can go as they please.
Some people have ties, obligations; they're unreleased.

If I had a choice, to communicate,
I'd choose to write in prose,
For in speech, I am just a blander rose.

Life’s a monologue.

You’re never really talking

To anybody.

Au contraire, your soul is ******
For a life of eternal bliss,
To wander the depths of this world,
Never finding peace.
Filled with wonder; always amazed,
Your eyes stare at me,
All that happens will always be strange,
O, but *what is contrary?

Today, you were born.
And today, they died.
Today, this happened,
And today, they cried.

Today, they laughed,
And today, you fell.
Today, they climbed -
Triumphed o'er hell.

Dark thoughts on spots, because of
Those dark spots on my thoughts.
Darkness within, it's poking out.
To the washer, to rinse them out!