white mountain, your beauty is revealed
your top rises above the lake bed and beyond the trees
and breaks through the barrier which contains us

Winter's cold wind carries cigarette smoke up to you
and the burning ash falls into the water below the bridge

a perfect scenic picture fading with the sun
and a pink portrait of light fills the sky before it all disappears

the **** is stomped and disposed of with time we will all secumb to the night hide these secret burning lights

Dig your own grave
day after day
deep down into the ground
through the roots of the trees
past the skeletons of ancient beasts
into the lava hidden at the core

dig down through layers of soil.
dig until this hell becomes your home
until your own grave is filled full of pain

when your hands will shake from strain
when legs give out and fail you
and your bent back aches
and the darkness becomes more comfortable for your eyes

but do not stop to feel that pain until you reach the fullest extent of what it could possibly be.

then, when no more can be taken
when the heat is moments from consuming you. you will awake
and fade from this false heaven we call our home.

Am I swimming? Or am I floating?
Something's changed
It's a new feeling
Once lost but now found
The breath released out of me is calmer than it ever has been
The weight of the air no longer seems to weigh me down
And the water doesn't **** me in
I stare up at the sky above and for hours I don't mind just sitting and staring
I must be floating

He has dug deep wounds into the sockets of my eyes
And rang sounds so horrendous that my eardrums burst to escape
Vocal cords were vandalized, relieving my vulnerability to cry
Still, some senses remain so I reach out to feel your memorable shape.
My only fear feeds on what's left of my fading corpse
That your skin be burnt or your body damaged beyond fix
And all I'll have is my last remaining force
Then I shall recall you with my lips