Takes a genius, not to write a poem but truely understand one...

lucifer, lucifer take my hand make it burn

I come to you as a student, there is much i can learn.

I am coming down to you no matter what, I am relentless.

If theres devils pie, save some dessert for us.

Shadow me in your light

conceal me in your darkness

I am worthy of your teachings, possibilities are chartless

Put you hand to my chest and tell me what you feel.

Does it fill you with doubt, cause my heart doesnt shout.

Or put your ear to my chest, tell me what you hear.

does it fill you with fear that no sounds come to your ear.

I dont think you can anticipate the complexity of my entity

Or truly understand the hate, pain and love,feelings which run through me.

Crucial is the hour, as i stand at the precapice.

Standing at the tower, can you really picture this.

Non-chalance, to life itself.

Feelings and emotions cant be helped.

They overload my very being

and everyone else is unseeing

the turmoil they cause, the uncontrollable rage,

yet they are the reason i write on this page.

they inspire me, tire me and break me down.

sometimes i fall and hope never to be found.

Now back to the top, i am standing at the tower.

to say i wouldnt jump would make me a liar………