Wish

walking through the echoes of life
when dark is light, the world filled in
the light baubles which adorn them
with reckless spite;

in the pale gaze of moonlight
i sit with eyes trained to the light
echoes away of soft music playing
i barely heard over the precipice
in ladders which keep on falling
i barely saw
i couldn't hear

the yearning which draws me closer
to the brink as I resist
is responsible for all my convulsions
and the night which linger still
behind closed eyes.

a single tree sways in the torrent of rain
drenched by the harsh rips and tears of skin
where nothing but itself is made
to withstand the cycles of pain
reaching inside it each day.

Nothing but this
nothing but bliss
In the light blue arid plains
would make this longing go away.