My thoughts of freedom
Of growth subside
Nothing seemed to slow me down
Can't see, can't think straight
Blood in my eyes, tears collide.
Comfort me gently, hold me close
Never let go, I ask, I beg, I plead.
Evils grip has got me tight
Got at me with long black talons
Breaking my circulation, the air, I need...
I run and run through white forests
On fields of thin ice
That gives way with ease beneath me
Plunging me into another abyss of
cold, chilling, frozen, bleak, baren, darkness
In which there is no more fiery fury to release me
No black clouds to choke on
No searing ethers of the Underneath
No extatic cries of....hopelessness.
I stand beside a baren tree
Leafless, dead to the world, yet still breathing,
I teeter on a rocky cliff of watery origin
Crying tears of long forgotten glee
Of when I liked the way things used to be.
I shyly strived to be at home
Now I openly strive to be alone
Lying as I answer the test.
Sadly, free reign to those who are but one
Merits unawarded to those who wish
To be atlast without any action
To be like me in sleepless rest