"And the mighty fall"
Kristoffer Lawson
Tue Apr 17 23:22:43 UTC 2001


I'm sick, said the world.
I'm sick and crying, and I can't go on. 
A pile of dirt, dying with every rotation.
Please let me free.
Please spoil me.
Please. Just once.

But it never happened.
Nobody touched it.
Nobody smiled at it.
Nobody lifted a finger, soft.

A life without support.
Looking on without comfort.
Seeing a surface crumble.
The stress, the agony.
The polished fingers tearing apart.
The freezing heart.

I was a world once.