I tremble to know,
to think, to speak.
I see below,
I sink, and shrink.
My troubles taunt me
as I peer through the rift.
Abyss greeting me again,
my darkness, once a gift.
The webs of my fingers,
dry, crusted, peeling.
I'm weaving my safety net,
tired, tied with feeling.
I grant my own wishes,
but he offers me kisses.
I shy away and shrink again,
unsure if love is meant for me.
I seem to see what's underneath
but thinking has gotten me,
thoughts rotting in me.
Sinking teeth
with stinking teeth
infecting me
with what's beneath.
This tattered heart, barely mending,
is caught up in defending.
Unsure if blending what's still misunderstood
will do anyone any good.
To open up was thought blasphemous
before such a day was bore.
(Thinking this heart too sore).
Now these teeth won't stop chattering,
ears perked up, yearning for more.
(Realizations haunting me).
The rift I peer into is in fact me,
outside looking in,
yet inside looking out.
Filled with doubt, skin shouting,
come closer.
I gaze into the rift, meet my abyss,
and meld with the void for what seems as forever,
yet in a moment forever has passed.
I think it's okay to drift again and thinking ceases.
Feeling myself shadow walking,
spirit singing a song once forgot
as this void expels new light.