Feb 2015
I trust in the calls of the fallen.
They are the ones who landed
on the cold ground;
I wish I could have shown them
the big blue ocean
that had lay not too far away.
It's crippling to see people,
even when in agony and despair,
sleep through it all.
How do they even handle it?
Is it hard to wake up from it?
Do they ever wish for an escape?
Like many of the near-fallen,
I lay in the sullen shadows
It's not a very healthy place, I know,
but I suppose no one is in perfect harmony.
If I could find an easier life to live, I would;
To dispose of this body, however,
would defeat my purpose in this world.
I trust in the calls of the fallen.
They are the ones who landed
on the cold ground;
I wish I could have shown them
the big blue ocean
that had lay not too far away.
It's crippling to see people,
even when in agony and despair,
sleep through it all.
How do they even handle it?
Is it hard to wake up from it?
Do they ever wish for an escape?
Like many of the near-fallen,
I lay in the sullen shadows
It's not a very healthy place, I know,
but I suppose no one is in perfect harmony.
If I could find an easier life to live, I would;
To dispose of this body, however,
would defeat my purpose in this world.
I trust in the calls of the fallen.
