I fell like an emotion-
Struck down with the force of a well-hated pensivity.
Momentum built and the speed had climbed,
Behind me, lingered the screams of fear and broken air to collide.
And soon the laws of inertia had followed,
Into the stream,
My mind,
My body,
swallowed.
I plunged too far-
Pin-like jags of rock pierced and cut,
The red colored the water till' the sun blocked out.
Swirls of bubbles and gray swayed and rose.
Gray sealed my fate as a mark of all I had composed.
And through the darkness, I found my way,
Drifted without the light,
Till' my soul reached a lake.
The image didn't matter,
I had made it though without any color,
Shades of gray had filled the border,
Where the black roses, honored another martyr.
