what you don't know about hell
is this:
your whole life, you're dancing on the edge.
the second thing you don't know
about hell is this:
the edge is ice,
and it's melting.

one step too far, and you plummet;
one step, one stumble, one slip.
you'll look upwards again and hope for a glimpse of the carbon-based dream called earth
and that's the worst torture of all:
to see entire generations of tightrope-walkers slip off that edge
and land broken at the bottom of their worst
nightmare.

after a few years, you ask me.
who am i? i've been here forever,
but i didn't fall.
i'm the one who pushes you into hell's embrace.

remember the edge and remember the cold
while you can
and one day, i'll be here
to bring you home.