falling, falling
now I'm drowning
inhaling and you're screaming
how quick to die was so astounding
standing, standing
notice the surrounding
you're not even frowning
my incessant heart just keeps pounding
counting, counting
am I still breathing
what my brain is allowing
how much time my stupid death is taking
crowding, crowding
memories are crumbling
the only thing I'm wondering
is how much space I must be wasting
YOU ARE READING
Unknown
Poetrythis is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber assembling their philosophies with pieces of broken memories
