Steep Precipice

Cold stone, broken rocks
Under my feet,
They're suddenly falling,
I'm slipping from within,
My soul
before my eyes.
My memories driving me
Crazy,
my life beyond my voice,
Nowhere,
Nothing,
No dream to grasp.

My skin brush
Against thy lips,
Longing for sweetness,
And bitter tears.

Come see me
as I do
Suicide.

Trance

We look back upon
footprints, of steady
breathing, gasping,
cemented on sand,
written on air.
I was drifting on the clouds,
dreaming of candies,
chocolates and blueberries,
a rose would lash
at my closed eyes
and smiling lips
and I would begin
bleeding again.