Towering liestaking sighstrying to not cross the lineI find looking too highcaused my plightI can't deny that I'm not alrightbut fine enoughto make it through this blightI don't want to fall from a heightthat I won't surviveI take flight the idea to writeIn spite of the fact that I can't citewhere my mind is coming from this nightI'm feeling wight as my frights take control of my divemy motionless sprite in this game I call lifeis the site of my lost fighttrying to defeat my mind with an ever so slight smiteIt's like my body is going through some sort of riteAs I look left and I look rightI can't find any evidence that I'm fine My mind is just a wright building fears that take advantage of the weak kindMy last line is white goodbye and goodnight