Falling down like a plant,
Smelling only eccentric scent,
Once the love in me hidden,
Now suddenly,
The ground become hes killer,
Killing me softly as it please,
Falling and screaming will only make him tease,
Once I barely remember,
How I look like or what I cherish,
Memories just barely forgotten,
As my thoughts slowly starts to roten,
From hes gravity to hes tool,
Where I suddenly stopt, to my doom.
It's funny to say this,
It's funny to admit,
I don't have any regrets,
Well, for his sin,
What he did to me,
I guess I got it coming,
In my own fault,
But he was clearly, looking through it.
Now you see!,
What happens to a person,
When he slightly becomes weak?,
It punish is him greatly,
As to those who cherish him.
But i'm not going start to moan,
Because mouning is for cowards,
And i'm not one of them,
I'm just a forgotten rose,
Of this feeling,
that was never there.
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