I had to kill it. I had to make you hate me, Before it killed me. I had to burn it. This tempting bridge which, Every night I would dream. A dream of marching across My shambling hordes of sorrows. I would have drown you If you ever gave me the chance. I’ve never seen the surface. This sun, under which you dance, I’ve never had the pleasure. I want you down here. So I made you hate me. This day may burn me to ash, Before I ever lay beneath it, And watch you glow, With someone else.
To those who find this, Take comfort, for I have found it. The edge we seek, the limits of humanity. I took a peek. I peered over, cautiously. My knees felt weak. Vertigo, you should know, Was the least of my fears. Falling, a fate met only by tears, Not me. I made the leap. You see, we seem to be surrounded by darkness; A bold, black outline of time, Marking the distance we crawl, Before the cliff fall. I stood. I stepped through the shadows And fell through infinity. I soared through halls of Aztec gold. Flew through the lost, sunken city. Crashed through the gates of heaven, And left not a trace. Made not a peep. None but a slap, and a crimson stain On the concrete.
I have a new drip dropping into my brain. It tumbles and flows, through channels and veins spreading and creeping, lighting fires and extinguishing pains; a crude alteration to my landscape. A projected horizon flickers; dimly, it withers, melting into something new. Brewing within a bubbling, bulbous cauldron, filled with thoughts, fears, and fleeting emotions. A recipe lost so long ago.