ruStling leaveS

Drifting like ice on an ocean that lacks inspiration
My thoughts melt down into infinite blackness
Marmalade drops
1, 2, 3 and again
Sinking
Fulfilling their path
as they answer their call to the ground
Thoughts I thought I'd never recall
Of the needless need of saying nothing
Of the bloodless words spat out of my fingers
Of the senseless voices consuming my talking
Silence quenching
1, 2, 3 and again