Deep within these trees lies pain
When I taste their roots
Crooked
They drank every little tear
Shed by those left behind
Will they even be remembered
I cannot see a single one
We are every little tear
Buried in moldy soil
When I imagine
With my eyes closed
That this place has room for all
I have to crumble
If you look more closely
You will see us rotting
In the undergrowth
Soaked in fear and once more
We'll all be just useless rocks
In the ground
Hail storms
Shear my face
Leaves me blind
For years to come
I will
Never
Open up
And admit
That I want to be
A part of it
No I won't