The grass
Seems
To have
Frozen
Over
At places
Or perhaps
It is a
Trick
Of the
Light
The way
It grazes
Its fingers
To make
It glimmer
Such
A plain
Being
Made
Majestic
Maybe
One day
Another
Shall
Become
My
Light
As how
Could I
Glimmer
So
Solitarily
For my
Solitary
Has made
Me a
Neglected
Relic
Rusting
At the edge
Hoping
For another’s
Blood
To be
Drained
A slit
On the
Thumb
That
Grazed
My life
Unknowingly
Such a
Mistake
Their
Downfall
As they
Seem
To lose
That light
The one
That
Made their
Eyes
So alive
So alive
Alive
Like
How
I wish
To be
Rather
Than
A corpse
Of a
Thing
I mean
Who
Would call
Me
Human
When
I seem
So animalistic
Overtaken
By my
Greed
Such a
Thing
Unbelievable
Compared
To how
The rest
Mask
Theirs
Through
The guise
Of
Money
And
Power
For the
Only
Line
In
The sand
Of what
Time
Has left
Behind
To distinguish
Us
From
Them
Is how
Our
Lust
Isn’t
So
Animal
Of course
They
Are uncivilized
While
We hold
The
Guidelines
For
Civility
Or
I mean
You
Hold
It
For
I am
Closer
To a
Barbarian
Than
You
I am
Closer
To the
Edge
Than
You
I am
Closer
To insanity
Than
You
For what
Is
Sanity
Other
Than
What
You
Wish
To name
It
For you
Shall
Always
Be
Sane
The way
You see
The world
Is the
True
Path
The way
You hear
My words
Shall
Eternally
Be
Gargled
The way
You see
Me
Will
Distort
The water
You
Watch
Pour
Down
To drown
Me
That is
The barrier
Between
You
And
Me
Though
Of course
You do
Not
Feel
Guilt
For
My misery
Since
It was
Just
So
Hard to
Stop
The trickle
Maybe
That
Is why
Every
Ray
Of light
I try
To grab
Scurries
Away
As my
Begging
Strokes
Disrupt
The water
For I
Shall
Always
Be
The one
Not
Quite
Human
I am
Already
Half
Dead
As I fall
Closer
And
Closer
To the
Fish
