My feet have grown weary
from running on this path of glue
It is a worthless attempt of a journey
I am cemented to this spot,
never moving forward nor backward
I watch the rain fall, solidifying me.
rust grows a thin layer on my skin
it cakes my lips, dismantling my voice
forcing me into the roll of a silent statue
I am frozen here for a long time
birds perch themselves upon my shoulders
people rest at my feet, regaining strength
I envy them... my legs have grown stiff
My heart no longer beats, but I feel it sometimes
a ghost of an echo of what I once was
sometimes a faint memory of the tugging fragrance
of fresh cut grass and Autumn's fallen leaves
will spark through my rigid nose
But it is nothing, simply an illusion of the heart
of the soul, my soul which is trapped
in this hollowed shaped stone, forever treading gravel
Sometimes I linger under the jagged pieces of earth
maybe, hopefully they will bury my soul alive.
