By Hector M. Rivera
I fell and fell way down the well
and plunged into the water.
The freezing grip made me forget
the villains who put me under.
Shivering, I clawed and screamed
my hope to save myself,
Yet all that heard my cries of Hell
bounced back way down the well.
A stone is rolled, eclipse is set
to bury me away,
And tears and shivering hold me close,
my water bed of Pain.
All I did was kiss her hand
to deserve this gruesome end,
And yet my end so laughable
way down this dark, dark Hole,
my last thought drifts slowly up
and liberates my soul.
It climbs and breathes such freedom
that envy is my breed.
When next we meet and you see me
my smile will make you bleed.