Saturday, November 21, 2009

the abyss of the precipice, that used to be the fault line.

seen behind the heavy veil of sleep

 an image

 so clear

reality pales in comparison.


this goes one of

2 ways


but if we're being honest it's usually door number two




Ice in the veins
chills down the spine
fear in your heart and sweat on your brow.


You don't get to escape


it always finds you, comes for you.
drugs?
they don't help, much.





that's why falling isn't easy.



no one will catch you.



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