So where do I sit today-

In heaven above?

Or in suffocation on the Hill?

On the Hill- they buried me
I lived in a town where everyone
painted perfection-
Painted perfection despite the utter chaos of divulging mouths- the tongues that killed many
This town stripped me of my riches
For I was no lover or fighter



Or hurter or deceiver But Ah! A simple soul
I wandered where the Milky Way



danced through the clouds I stood atop the breathtaking Hill






A peaceful, albeit ending I did not foresee my death
For it t'was a shock to me
I did not conceive a life
But lived as though I did
A stone with no name,


covered in moss
I lie atop the Hill That consumed me from


the start