Life Walks On A Tight RopeA Poem by StephenLife is a fickle thing
Night's thoughts, brings
Horror's songs, sings of Death's bell, it's rings the terrible things he brings, the thoughts of that night, it seems...... a phantasm A tight rope, our life walks over the endless darkened chasm an imbalanced move, life balks the chasm no longer a phantasm My feet on the ledge of ....... my last breath! My soul, on the edge of ....... Eternity's death! What lies in the darkened chasm? I cannot fathom only heard, is the chasm's phantasm In the darkness, what lurks, waiting to consume my soul? the fire, fueled by sinful works for the sin is it's coal, that fuels the fire for the soul for the soul must pay it's toll! From this dream I awake! soaked with sweat, from the Dream's hell leaving my body to shake! leaving the stench, soul's burning smell Our feet on the ledge of ..... our last breath! our soul on the edge of ..... Eternity's death!
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