Near the bridge by the lake awaits a looming mistake for the one that takes my hand. I'll toss you over the edge like a careless leaf petal that somehow found its way nestled in between my finger tips. They act as wings whirling at immense speeds giving the machines levitation calmly but surely a preemptive strike on this game some would label life is soon to come. The body lays still at the bottom of the riven hard and statuesque as if it were conceived of stone. Sooner or later, someone will find you. I'll forget you.