I'm afraid I'm losing hold

This precipice I've been holding on to
Is getting slippery with all the lies I've told

I feel so cold
And I've been getting less bold
I'm sorry I can't fit your mold
I'm sorry I can't do what I'm told

Most of all
I'm sorry I can't be the one you get to hold

Rest in paradise to all who shall
Forever dwell in the mind of a pal.
Immortality is the quest for some
Though promised time is dispersed to none.
Speak ever so softly to my soul
Unfortunately our world is cold.
Higher and higher we go from here
If not then surely the end is near.
Bless thy heart with sincere morale
Rest in paradise to all who shall.

Her place
was among the stacks of books
And paper
In the living room
But she saw
The bedroom door ajar
And she snuck in
To dream
Under the covers

She slept
And left unnoticed
But she left trace
Her fiery hair fell
Everywhere
On the sheets
And on his pillow
Revealing
Her trespass
Their secret

Therapy

She had been there before
Tried to reach him
Tried to knock
Be polite
No one answered
It didn't seem urgent

She knocked again
Louder
She had no key
And it was urgent
She had to get inside
To reach him

She bruised badly
But the door finally caved
To victory!
And she called him
But all was silent
Contradictory

She looked around
At regret
Countless sacrifices
Mindless mutilations
Upon a false altar
Rejected by God

He was nowhere
Only an echo
In the horrid remnants
Of his experiment
With love
She had to get out