2 February 2013
Lost on a dark road, no turns left to take,can this really be the end of my confused state?
Across the road lies the beauty of a field, my access denied by an invisible shield.
Voices call me to join them, their faces just a blur, words not understood, one rolling slur.
Happy noises from all around, and me left here with my obvious frown.
Dreams that never end, a vision of clouds, I remember falling uncontrollably, screams the only sounds.
A burning field, metal and bodies liter the view, my body nowhere to be found, my final rest, embracing the ground.
I hope they look for us all, so we can finally rest, as the setting sun hits the horizon's crest.
My Final Fall • Opuss № I