seems like idk

What seemed to be the very last leaf

Had fallen

all the flowers dehiscence liberating pollen

petals sepals have dried

Trunk seemed to be darkly swollen

Is this the real process of dieing ?

Alas atleast the tree tried

Could death really be such a bad thing ?

Everything dark would be left behind

Is that how a map of life is designed ?

The pain , the memories , the mourning

Would turn into ashes the next morning

Maybe i'd drink too much one night and die

Maybe i'd walk in the wrong alley that leads way to the sky

Or what if I skid off an icy road

I dont even know , if snowfall inside me slowed

Each night clouds of darkness creeps beneath my sight

With them a mist of emptiness brings the feeling of fright