“Decay on Impact”
August 2005

Broken, decaying, falling apart
Buildings and glass and rusty pipes
A plant grows up through a hole in the ground
I take another step and it’s a whole new world again
Things were meant to be made
People were meant to live
Things all live to die
We’re all born the same way
It’s natural to be afraid
It’s okay for you to be angry
But understand that they’re not in pain
No, pain is a luxury for the living

Poetry totally doesn’t need to rhyme. xD