(no subject)

[xxraindancerxx]

I am the decayed fruit,
Clinging restlessly to the branch
As gravity reaches out to me
And eventually, I fall,
One long, endless night
I tumble downwards,
Cloaked in twilights dewey breath
And hit the ground while my
Gooey insides splatter beneath me

I once tasted sweet and fresh,
But that perfection will never be known,
I have grown too tender,
I have succumbed to the rotting
That will bring me back into the soil
So that I may become part of he process
That is birth, life, death once more

Age: Indifferent.