Leaves fell from the cloud
Rain touched the softest soil
Dwelling upon the inner core
A cold river below
The weight of the world
Beyond the sweetest downfall
Yet teardrops fall
Yet blood escapes through
Watching me, wanting me
Voices haunting me
Roots grew up above
But I'm going under
Min Sia
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-under-3/
