Note from the Author: Would you look at that...another Cowboy Bebop poem in the same day. Am I on some kind of roll, or something? Well I hope the roll doesn't mean my work is "low-class" or anything...Hope you all like this one!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, no matter how much I may want to.
Break out
I'm crashing down
Walking backwards
To find my way out
There's nothing left
For me to see
But what's left behind
No, there's nothing
In front of me
It's broken
This token
I've cherished for oh so long
This memory
No longer clear to see
Broke down when I went down
Yeah, and I've given up
I was never holding up
I'd fall but I wouldn't stand back up
Still sick of this game
This day, this rain
Can we all just make it stop?
Now break down
I'm crashing now
Falling in and out
Of a nonexistent crowd
Waiting for the moment
I can step back and say
All this torment will
Eventually make
Things a little better
When I've found a future
Falling downwards
Crashing outwards
Walking backwards
Away from this
