walking down the same road ive walked so many times before, i stand on the same corner of the same riverbank and i light a cigarette with the same old lighter, i can feel the warmth inside me but im still shivering from the sharp winds which whip at my cheeks, over the river there is a man with a similar appearance to my own but far older and covered in tattoos, he throws his old lighter in the water and i watch him pull out a gun from inside his jacket my eyes are fixated on the man and i cannot move for shock has paralysed me, his expression does not change as he lifts the gun to his temple, he looks at peace when he finally pulls the trigger and silence descends
I'm standing on one foot at the top of a hundred foot pole, arms out, balancing. I've got obligations nudging me here, life-goals nudging me there. I've got deadlines blowing from this way, addictions blowing from that way. I stand here, counterbalancing against it all, trying to get these projects done. I just want to be the best I can be. I just want to please my shepherd. I'm a failing sheep. I'm looking down at the distance. I'm anticipating a fall, and trying to discern if I can survive it. I'm wondering who I will let down as the wind picks up. I'm asking my network for help, and they are offering advice. The pole keeps growing taller, I keep getting higher. My legs and feet are getting sore. I can't hold this pose for much longer. I want to sit. I want to rest.
he took my heart without even realising but forget to give me his so now theres just an empty pit in my chest, i only miss him when im breathing so maybe i'll be better off dead, at least then i'll have nothing to lose, nothing to get hurt over. no one can fix me anymore the broken pieces of my soul are lost under the stars and no one would try to put them back together for they would cut open there hands and im just not worth it am i
looking out the window, i watched the storm take over the sky, drops of water slid down the glass pane, i tried to open the window but it was locked, all i could do was watch the darkness engulf the light as tears rained down from the sky, i began to bang on the window desperately trying to ease her pain but it was too late the ground shook as thunder rumbled from the clouds and sparks of lightening illuminated the flooded ground. her broken soul had given up as the clouds parted and the sky was white, blank, dead
ill watch as you walk the tightrope, ill stand under you just in case you fall, ill hold my breath as your foot slips but you always keep your balance, i will stare at you in awe but deep down i know i am not needed for there is a net beneath you which he wove, i know deep down you are safest in his heart but i cannot help but want you in my own, so ill watch you from below knowing you are to high up for me to reach, ill watch as you walk the tightrope that is your life