When the first man first achieved consciousness
So that he knew he had fallen asleep,
How can you imagine his nervousness
That he had died and gone into the deep?

Or the first time thunder roared overhead,
Having never seen lightning in the sky?
Primitive man must have thought he was dead,
Or in the moments to come he would die.

Before there were mirrors or reflection,
Could man know that he had a human face?
For without any form of inspection,
He’d have thought himself alone in his place.

I feel like I know only a bit more,
But I only know what’s already here.
What’s coming has never happened before,
It’s arrival will stun me into fear.

A poison so sweet, irresistible,
Much like the nights where those fictional thoughts creep up your throat and run down your eyes
Leaving you alone to your own demise
I despise how your own physical disappears with your mental as you, poison yourself with something demented but, yet, you swallow knowing of its effects on you.

As your mind soars afar yet you stay near as the wind brushes pass your ear, whispering the things you need to hear.
While hoping that it'd take you anywhere that would save you from the immortality that is the endless depth of your mind that seems to never diffuse into the  darkness of irrationality.
Yes the home,  of insanity that is cozier than your rationality that picks you apart, spurns you around and knocks you down into an abysmal bliss of  a reality that is split into two, with the question am I really me or am I  really you ?
I wanted to eat and eat and projectile ***** the aches of this soul into the oblivion that is thee unknown.

so we leap
taking daring chances
into the things we do not know
but holding onto the feeling
that it will be worth it
-k.j.c

I turn and glance
  And she does it too

I lean to test me
   And she pushes me right on through

am i
Am I
am i
AM I

At the end

These arms
  are yours
to break,
So steal me
in the clench
of your teeth.
Lull me into your *******;
make me your little
**** ***.
Longing
to connect,
release your
blackest sunset;
Let us not forget
one another.

Nuzzled
in your
Forever,
I'm eternally
Found
&& Grateful.

O' retched creature,
Un hand me from thy grasp!
I must be free,
And then you'll find,
I'm worth being kept alive.