meh, im getting sick of my "poetry". let me know what you think
lucius stone xx
I look up at the naked height
grey bricks gone black on the moonless night
I mentally prepare for flight
my foot falls and I start to ascend.
The wind blows hard, an icy breath
the first step is hard and cold as death
I wish I'd turned around and left
before I'd started to ascend.
But knowing I'll never here his name
the second step is much the same
behind me angels cry as rain
but I continue to ascend.
Around me swirl the threads of chance
my foot falls in a constant trance
the air around me starts to dance
during my paced ascent.
As I reach the top I know I'm bound
don't even stop to look around
I think of him without a sound
I've nothing more to ascend.
And with this thought I leave it all
my body useless as a doll
I pitch forward and start to fall…
…In to a rapid descent.