Born to Die

Part 1

Deep rivers

Run quiet,

As quite

As a snow fall

In December.

Though,

Since its cold,

The river has

Frozen over.

Now, it is just

A pile of ice;

A block of

Cold, solid 

Water.

When water is frozen,

Nothing can move

Through the water

Smoothly.

Actually,

There is no movement at all.

Just more quietness.

Part 2

Deep rivers

Run quiet,

As quite

As a summer 

night in june.

Though,

Since its too hot,

The river has

boiled over.

Now, it is just

A lot of death;

A river of

burning metaphors.

When water is boiling,

Nothing can survive

Through the pain

that creates remembrance

Actually,

There is no movement at all.

Just more quietness.