Writing on down
Falling
Toward the ground
Calling
You found
Wanting
A way out
But nothing was
Drawn in the payout
No body knew your name
To say it
Writing on down
Falling
The pavement
Catches your pens
Payment
Drawing
Pictures of
Enslavement
You tried to break out
But found doubt
That was painted
Fell
In replacement
Of the sell
You wanted to tell
The story that ends at a wall
Writing down
The bricks that fall
Toward the ground
You found
Wanting it all
The way out
Was inside the pen
You swung as a sword
Unto the ears mouths
Writing what was falling
Was resolving what
You thought it allowed
Down further you spiral
Into the abyss of high lows
Never knowing
Where the end is now
You can picture it
But you don't know how
So you keep on writing
Pushing and sliding
The ink over countless
Rhymes in a row
The beginning
Was repeating the same words
You said many times before
Over and ending
Scrambling the yolks
Bending the syllables
Into the same old folks
You realize infinity
Was multiplied by 3.14
A PI that lasts forever more
Than you've ever tried before
That difference left an imprint
Where you fell
Writing down what you saw
When you fell on the floor
Ink spilled into a dream killed
And you ended up
Nothing but a corpse