Decay Lives in an Extant Form of Life
I walk down the overused dirt path that leads to the forest
My weapon of choice pressed tightly against my palm
The messenger of the Artist cannot avoid avoid my aim for it is now august
But the cool metal does little to calm
The trees have dropped their leaves so that I can see my target clearly
I readjust my weapon, hands trembling
I lie to myself saying it was the passing breeze
But deep down I know I'm no match for their scythe
The mushroom all but laughs in my presence and my mind screams "flee!"
I cry out, the sound no more than a pathetic croak as I raise my shaking arm
"I am not afraid of you!"
The mushroom replies with words only I can hear
"Killing me cannot save thou too."
It was on this bare autumn day that I could see the eternal truth
Decay lives in an extant life no matter what I do
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Short Stories & Poems
Poesia🔆{W•E•L•C•O•M•E•}🔆 The title is pretty self explanatory, in this book I will include small short stories and poems that I write during my limited free time. There's no uploading schedule at this time but there may be in the future. :) Started: 11...
