Leaf

From the rope

I used to be a number one

Like I was, Washington

All alone like still no-one knows

Embracing the truth

Down, so ever down

Grime and the muck

I guess if I’m on my own, now

Do not wish for to find, but be the way

For me

Like the pain of singularity

The child of the pity and of the piety

Humility

Diffidence

To Undead, if you leave

I reckon, the cycle went along.