it always wins in the end

i saw the heavy axes breaking the ground

defeating the cold rocks and frost

the soil greedily accepted the boxes without words

still seeming to ask for more

it is hungry, it always wins in the end.

there is nothing unnatural; all death is natural.

inescapable hand of fate typing out obituaries.

every day my feet get heavier

and my blood turns a shade darker

after a long night of running in circles in my sleep

the lead sinks hard to the bottom.

penitence for a life of waiting for the right moment

i failed myself so long ago

and i promised myself "never again"

but here i am

so here i go

getting up off my knees

getting to my own two feet.