anonymous
2008-11-27 07:04:39 UTC
as the sun sets peacefully as it begins into the night sky.
Withered pedals float softly to the ground
beginning to wonder, "What am I now?"
These voices I hear threaten my soul,
but somehow I can't let them go.
The fear of falling, the fear of dying,
leaves me alone in this one place called home.
I can't seem to grasp what I can feel,
I pinch myself, to make it is real.
The understanding of it all is all so crazy,
like a brand new half born baby.
The brown in my eyes reflect what I see,
a different vision of the picture called "Me."
The world around seems to sleep in peace,
though something inside of me, finally puts me to sleep.