A breeze picks up and tickles a tree,

In this much desired "Land of the Free".

Then suddenly a few drops of rain fall down,

Drenching the earth and sky in it's midst.

A few lone cries of a wolf or a bird lingers in the air,

Filling the world with either happiness or despair.

The autumn leaves of October, glinting in the sun,

Gives off a sorrowful mood, sucking up all the fun.

The baby blue sky is now pouring rain,

washing away my pain in vain,

For the pain is still here,

Run by something known as Fear.

I try to avoid it as much as I can,

Attempting without success to ban,

This weight of the world, pulling my down,

Down into the darkness.

I want to relish in this endless black pit of nothingness.

I want to just curl up and sleep,

But I feel myself being tugged harshly into consciousness,

Being brutally forced back into reality.

I am stuck in a trance,

This dreamlike reality,

While fresh blood pours steadily out of me,

I let it spill without self-pity.

I am vaguely aware of my mind slipping astray,

Just out of my reach, so close, yet so far away.

I know just now that I cut to deep,

And now I'm wavering between the inescapable edges of life and death.

So much for this "Land of the Free",

Which many wish to see,

So much for the golden autumn leaves floating, suspended in the air,

And so much for thinking, "Life's not fair".

So much for seeing the sapphire sky,

Or hearing the birds caw,

I know that I am fading, so I'm going to fly high,

High into the depths of Heaven where I know that life is always fair.