A whispering gust of verses encircle my ears as your lips somberly dance to the rhythm. I watch as the darkness drips from your mouth, just as blood leaks from a closing wound. Your eyes wander hastily to catch a glimmer of sunlight, only to halt as it is kisses the lifeless concrete that lie beneath your feet.
Your mouth begins to dance again, “This ground I see,
This ground supports my flesh,
It keeps me afloat in my sea of woe.
Thru it, I can never fall that far again.”