Mutemouth

All I know is a cushioned fall
When I need an impact that makes me crawl.

Feathered weight may be your choice
In the drop, however, I've lost my voice.

Cherry red stains where I wish to land
Merry red plains glittered with sand.

I'll sink through to the floor of the ocean
On the otherside in one swift motion.

Pink petaled roses laid on my grave
Shouting the screams I never gave.