Blood trickles down my hand
as I linger at the mouth of the monster.

I scratch,
I claw,
I fight defiantly.

But it is no use.

The fires of this life
are about to burn me away for good.
There is no escape.

Future's end. Nothing awaits me.
Except a dark circle in an empty chasm.

My body weakens.
The totality of it all
becoming ever more apparent.

Tears drip down my cheek
as I fade away.

This is not what I wanted.
But perhaps
it is what I deserved.

Finally,
In one swift, eternal motion
I am pulled down into the abyss.

And erased by the bleakness
that lies there.

selective moods
outer space grooves
universal perspective
limitless dimensions

A fickle finch's heart
always flitting from limb to limb,
its gaze always fleeting.
But colors worn so proud,
gold in the green and blue in the briar,
so like a fool I try to fly.

Mom asked me a simple question
'What do you want to be?'
So I answered proudly
'I wanna be an astronaut,
simply because I want to thank every each
of the stars and the galaxy,
for taking care of you and letting me have you
in my humble life'