Turning to night, the birds will sing,
Showing their love of everything.
That's when I need myself,
To hold me up like no one else.

How long ago were you lost in the snow

How many years has it been?

How did it feel when your blood ceased to flow,

When the last of it froze in the vein?

Tell me dear brother, did you die in fear,

When the ice wind would howl in the night,

Or did you believe you would soon return here,

And that soon all would once more be right.

Tell me, how long were you lost in the snow,

Alone and without any friend,

Tell me how long it has been since I prayed,

That soon you would come home again.

If you are on your way,
what can I really say?
If it weren't already too late,
I'd put perspective in its place.

Once upon a time
I killed a man
I did because I'm addicted
and I needed to **** some time.
I put his body in the fabric of the couch
my friends and I sat on him
we discussed friendship and coffee
and when they mentioned the smell,
I just smiled and said it was the table.

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I stand upon a precipice,
so high up in the sky.

I cannot bear to take a leap,
but so dearly wish to fly.

I've climbed the mountain countless times,
without a change of heart.

I know the way to flap my wings,
but fear to do my part.

I often stand there pondering,
locked solid in my doubt.

Memories of my great climbs
begin to dance about.

I see myself down on the ground,
and looking in the air.

A sudden longing in my heart,
to be with the clouds up there.

I'd see the mountain, and with a laugh,
I'd say "I've found my path!"

With a sprightly hop I'd start to climb,
without a slight glance back.

I'd reach the top without a thought,
then become with my fear stiff.

With a sigh, I'd turn around,
and amble down the cliff.

So many times I'd scaled my foe,
and every time I've failed.

Never once have I leaped off,
and in the cool wind sailed.

Weary and worn, I came today,
to ogle at the sky.

If I'd never soar in it,
I'm the only reason why.

I stand upon a precipice,
so shall I sing or weep?

I stand upon a precipice,
shall I leave, or shall I leap?

Curve, a folly
crown upheld
endings beginnings
illusion felt.
Seconds,  a flash
fear trembling
splash
tendrils weave airless
skies purple bleed.
Caverns dark
light-less trance
innocence spilled
vengeance demise
Ghost Being
   Shapeless  
gather  
mocking laughing
sneering betrayal
courage subsides
Hell hails
victory cry.
Cards dealt choices
frozen in time
horizon-less
mist  
memory ply.