deep against straightforward
tell me
how we would not collide
between the profound and the superficial
let's meet
in a place called compromise–
somewhere an edge forms from two sides
somewhere a promise can be found

I'm not eating...
Eating anything
And my nights
Have all become sleepless
I don't dream anymore
There's only nightmares
My mind is getting darker
I'm starting to think
That no one cares

I'm on the edge
Slowly falling into depression
I'm torn apart
And I can't be patched
Back together
Use the glue
But it doesn't matter
No matter what you do
'Cause in my mind
I'm already dead

I'm not eating
Maybe it's just stress
Maybe it's depression
Why don't I get any rest
Thoughts are circling in my mind
Crossing distance and time
Keeping me awake
Until the next day
Comes...

Gray dove I see you
You fly most graciously
Floating in the clouds
with the slow wind

My toes over the edge
Curled up in my shoes
Fingers grip the rail
White knuckled and tense

I glance in your direction
Your wings sweep the sky
Back and forth
You glide with a purpose

Sweat drips from my brow
Frozen with a moment of time
I hear every sound of nature
Leaning forward, head tilted down

Purr gray dove, come my way
Alone and free
Flying circles around me
Rest when you can

I see the water below
Crashing against the shore
My heart beats rapidly
Knees are buckling from the strain

You are my friend
As I see why you fly
Coming my way
I start to smile

Can not catch my breathe
I close my eyes tight
Deep in sadness, I wonder
No looking back

Here you come
ending your flight
My shoulder is your resting spot
Balance completely lost

No more grip
I begin to fall
Quick descent rushes by
Eyes wide open

Gray dove flies again
I hit the water with a thud
One last scene as I see you
Pushed to my death by the little gray dove