In the final moments
Of my existence
Here in this dimension
As reality folds in
Upon itself
I manage to get in
One last
In the final moments
Of my existence
Here in this dimension
As reality folds in
Upon itself
I manage to get in
One last
The tree, is real
The leaves have fallen from it
Rain has flooded the forest floor
What kind of person, with the power and resources to do so much for so many others, chooses instead to exploit them?
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
I sink into my rage