Creeping
Crawling on the wall
Feeding
On leaves from the fall
Climbing
But what's the point of leaving?
Raining
Shouting from the well
Drain me
Drain me
Do you see what I see now in here?
Do you seek what I seek?
Broken mirror, cold and still
Hole of mud, rain on my plea
A crown of dirt soothing and lifting my head
Still bathing me in white light since I fell
A crown of dirt washed away by the rain
No one is here
To see me disappear