On the corner of death I dwell in the depths of thought:
lost for words in this head of a moruner of tears that were bought:
I seek the masterpiece going out on a limb to win a loss I sought:
staring down into a well of weeping souls, crying from the dark:
trying to make it to heaven with one broken wing and a broken string on a harp:
I watched as he struggled to get on one foot and make ends meet:
how each step rendering into nothing and his voice was just as bleek:
still he made it to that well, to this point where his emotions desended:
pretended to be, where the hearts of the weak and the strong mended:
blended into one being, outlined with the mask of courage in a heart:
delogued in blood of modern man's pains of what it take to live today:
the ravarage savagery holds him back like slavery a hued hindered misery:
he tied to the loose ends and desended towards the watery surface:
a free angel falling, flailing battling with the winds and life's purpose:
curses echoed off the walls of his cage, raged encaved his existance:
anger was the enemy in lore in this game of tugof war, and let go with no resistance...


love....