Thoughts and Dreams

Thoughts and dreams consume me and all I want is to be free, to fly high above the clouds in touch with the heavens is all I truly want. And so I think of how easy it would be to give up on life, to sail the heavens forever by the tip of this knife. Finally all my troubles flee at the thought of death's cold embrace. But after the pain I have endured, that touch would feel warmly contoured and all the hell I have been put through physically is nothing compared to my tortured insides.