its Come

Here I am pondering
Upon time to come
Do hath has
What is here this time
But a sunken ship deep within
In the solitude to be
Stuck
Lost
Twisted to turn around the bend
here I come
What is next
Do I scream?
WHY
must it be this way
as the emotional stress
cuts and burns the flesh
Scarred beyond the star

Do I sit and ponder
into the abyss
beyond the bliss
What is next?
To fight
To be bitter
Always here
Near the edge

Rock Bottom

I scrap and climb the mountains of the mind

Here I am
Star stare at me
They glimmer so lightly
are they right for me?

What is next?
To slice
To Burn
To Scream
so suddenly
I'm near the bend that's by the end
what is next
Breath....