Mirrored edges slit spirited pledges

That were made in boastful lie

Farfetched canons stretch quandaries asunder

That would have otherwise caused you to die

 

In this half-baked day of a summer splay 

A glass window will be your redemption

For as you stare into eyes of an opposite pair

A face will call for inception

 

Formless and breathless yet strikingly vibrant

Your world of uncertainty shivers

Because out of your shaking and breaking world

Your mind can only escape in slivers

 

Man is only truly afraid of what he doesn’t know.

Show him the face of his enemy and watch him let fly,

Or strangle and mangle and dangle his thoughts.

Show him nothing, and he’ll collapse inside and die.

 

That’s you, my friend.

On the edge of that cliff.

Knowledge and pain are on one hand.

Uncertainty and pain on the other.

Your mind is ablaze.

But now you are stiff.

Fly, my friend.

Be free to the end.

Because if you don’t your fleeting heart will bleed

It will bleed from the end of a pen.