The Sound of Violence

A fallen leaf I am dancing down my winding pipe.
How I teeter between life and death.
Feeling the scorching sense of love but loving the freezing touch of emptiness.
I can only save myself and it is myself that has kept me from spilling over.
It's hidden deep underneath far from the prying nails embedded in my skin.
Snapshots of still life remind me of how I died,lived, ran, felt.
They worry and for what? There is nothing wrong with me. I'm me.
As the sun shines and reflects in water so do I burn out in the atmosphere.
Each tear a tiny drop of what was never meant to be felt.
Mistakes fleeing their tormenter that let them go.
Depths created by the illusions and fantasies of the ill minded foes.
Flows of unnatural measures riptiding creating a state of trance.
Ending in a calm breeze exhaling for the last time.