Description
I am sitting on a floating island
Patiently waiting for my end.
My thoughts meander in the distance
Wondering about my own persistence.
And whenever I dare to ascend
I am not granted assistance
Above me, islands are crumbling away
And I wonder, who did my friends betray
To be cursed with eternal transience.
It is falling apart; their rotten alliance.
Death is a price they do not want to pay
But they still do not waste time in dalliance.
They never were in need to brawl
But fear inflicts trouble in their minds, so small.
Lifeblood falls, so I open my umbrella
And diligently write down their inanity as a novella
The way they spit acid, creep and crawl
Sounds like the Reapers A Cappella
Something hits my spattered cover.
Hair slips down drained in a familiar colour.
A numb eye within a cadaverous face
Is giving in to gravities embrace.
One last glimpse of what it had to suffer.
In despair and laughter, I encase
Why did I have to fall first?