Crumble

You
Me
Near
Far
Heaven
Hell
Whisper
Yell
Beam
Bawl
Stand
Crawl

How the mighty have fallen.
=)


The picture fades but the paint remains
Clinging to the air, like a frenzied blood lust.
A tune breaks; the air is pierced
By mirthless laughs and misery-less tears
A zephyr rushes in, carries you away
The picture fades more, why won’t you wait?
And with the fading pictures and breezeless gust…
Another one bites the dust.