Even a heart in despair
Is still able to care

I see a path at
the end of a road, hidden by
thickets of blackberries about
to blossom through the night
where shadows veil their violet colors,
those blushing, berry brides.

on the brink of madness am i
to not want to live but die
rather this than live a lie

abstract is my mind's eye
but why?
i need to know from whence came these tears I cry

i've now lived but a score
the average of the flesh?
three score, maybe more
the thought of two score more is futile at most
"i'll **** you" to myself i boast

amazing that man has the power to free his own soul
but i know too well it would be freed into the depths of Hell
therefore, i must live
and hope to someday savor the fruits of sweet salvation!