come here

frost on the outside
I walked slowly down the path
the forest spoke to me
of gouls and other creatures
both good and evil.
I came to a brook and asked where to go.
The brook came and went and yet I was still.
Still there all the while
while universes were created and destroyed
by the sound of my voice
by the frequency in my mind
I told the others to flee
the morning was coming
it would be here before you could count your coughs
on the smoke of burning limbs
the trees scream in agony
I faintly remember my eyes
the way they looked at the begining
before the desire took over.
They were clear yet held so many colors that the world would never be the same
EVER.
Falling.......fallllinnnngggggggggg
up to heaven fake myself out when I trip as I go
what did I see?
what saw me? who is
me. you ask.