i
went a little
crazy again
late in the night
trying to
hold on,
hold on to nothin'
'cause
nothin's all that's
left these days
and i'm
treading unsteady
ground now
and it's a
ground that's
covered with
worms
following the
fresh rain that
fell
in sync with my
tears
that i
silently let drop
and these
little worms they're
like land mines
as i
hesitate and
watch my step to
avoid the squish, the
subtle sound of
death
the subtle sound that
reminds me of how
we are not immortal and
some of us on this earth are
easily stepped on -
like myself.