One by one they all fall,
those who are big, those who are small,
None are gone, I cannot let them go,
becaue what would happen I do not know,
None are gone, but they slowly part,
forcing me to try a new start,
I miss it. I miss everything.
But it's gone, leaving a horrible sting,
gone from everyone of those I've known.
And the worst part, my constant moan,
is that it could have been better,
it I had done things more to the letter,
if I had thought before moved,
or believed before I "improved."
They are leaving but cant be gone,
but maybe that's my fate as drawn.
Maybe I'm slowly reaching my hell,
because one by one they have fell,
away from me, from my happiness,
and, I hope, into their true bliss.
-Chris "CMC" Lubinski
