The truth unfolded like a snake,
how much venom can you take?
Before you crumble down and break,
Will you admit to being bit,
close your eyes,
and at last, wake?

Humming to a tune that only buried men can sing.
Tell me when the music stops and where I begin listening.

When I'm picking through the treasure dug up from the ground,
Tell me there's some meaning when the lightning touches down.

And if in spite of everything, the world, it spins again..
Is there anything to lose and what is left to win?

a thing of chance,
of choices made,
what's there to say
of circumstance?

Never could I be so free
to look up at the turning sky,
let go of what let go of me,
and end this with an empty line.

Are you willing to trade
a moment of embarrassment
for a lifetime of
regret?

Let them say what they will about rock bottom.
Truth is, a foothold is the same wherever you might find it.

Liquidate fear,
that you might afford
some closure
to this pain.

No secrets to find.
No mystery to inspire.
One blasphemous road.

No guilt, no lessons.
No growth, no revelations.
Sleep and dream their dream.

Heaven costs life.
The very act of life: sin.
The irony: lost.