Cyanide Stone

I feel the light on my skin The sun is warming my flesh I feel the rain from within The wind is refreshing my stone Ripening, through the solstice, through the season Resisting, the storm could break me, ruin me Facing many dangers Birds, mold and worms Nobody's protecting me I know I'm weakening cttracted by the soil Dragged me in the mud I can feel I'm not safe cnts are swarming around me They devour my rotten flesh My state is changing through the seasons Born in the air in the higher sphere I hope I won't fall and disappear Turning from green to bloody red I'm dying My stone will remain Still able to kill