Falling deep, it's like I'm asleep
The view is so steep
Need to hop over this heap
Of failures
Alone stand by my saviors
To ponder what they might say to us
To give what they might take from us
A slap in the face to remind us
Of what they left for us
Till the end
We'll suspend
From this last stand
To reprehend
What we comprehend
To re-befriend our old Companion
Of this severed nation
This low standard land
In-between the vans of men
Clothes drooped over their eyes
So they won't see the fear they hide
To follow blindly behind a fool
Who doesn't even sense the way that he drools
When he acts like a tool
When he stares at the faces he is turning into
YOU ARE READING
Falling Deep
PoetryA deeper look into someones psyche. Whos? That's for you to decide.
