the hardest thing is faith
even with my best try
it's my own fate i create
it's me, myself, and i

it is such a heavy weight
under this silent sky
will i see the pearly gate
will i burn when i die

the hardest thing is faith
looking God in the eye
will my ways make my fate
of whether i fly or fry

It won't be the same

Childhood flowering to blue

One last night to die, longingly

Indecisive

Open

Flesh dawn

Her eyes string silver corners

And throb to an ancient pulse

Sunlight pain

Calm end to a pure sound

Do these these things make time sleep for you?