Mob Boss
July 27th, 2013, 01:13 PM
We all become fallen, tender petals
waiting to fade in a beautiful, destructive wind.
We live to be admired
until the warm Earth we rot in;
in the most natural of ways
or until our own cruel breath blows us away.
The thoughts our feeble minds once possessed
become specks dancing in the glistening sunlight.
Our footprints, the eager rain will have swept,
and our lonely shadows dissipate into the corners of the night.
Then we gently fade
as if we never were.
As if our words were never heard
and our bodies were merely a mirage
that drought-ridden eyes never fully laid upon.
We all become fallen, tender petals
hoping to be pressed into the binds of a page,
as our trembling voices pray,
"Please don't forget my name."
http://24.media.tumblr.com/cb31dca9f558f9cd7d8a25d00ff43903/tumblr_mon82uipWp1sp76hoo1_500.jpg
I know I'm morbid. I just have a deep fascination with death.
waiting to fade in a beautiful, destructive wind.
We live to be admired
until the warm Earth we rot in;
in the most natural of ways
or until our own cruel breath blows us away.
The thoughts our feeble minds once possessed
become specks dancing in the glistening sunlight.
Our footprints, the eager rain will have swept,
and our lonely shadows dissipate into the corners of the night.
Then we gently fade
as if we never were.
As if our words were never heard
and our bodies were merely a mirage
that drought-ridden eyes never fully laid upon.
We all become fallen, tender petals
hoping to be pressed into the binds of a page,
as our trembling voices pray,
"Please don't forget my name."
http://24.media.tumblr.com/cb31dca9f558f9cd7d8a25d00ff43903/tumblr_mon82uipWp1sp76hoo1_500.jpg
I know I'm morbid. I just have a deep fascination with death.