walk the rocky ridge right up into a windflogged fog awaiting
pray for hail, plead for lightning
hope for stones and bolts to make themselves apparent
presently,
in this present time of solitary loathing,
in none but such lie hope and savior hale for all afflicted by unholy ghosts.
so give me frost,
slip me off this misread melancholy cliff
or give me fire,
set me up with godsent death electric
or give me fear,
give me faith,
give me anything it takes
to break me down forever;
i don't care,
whatever -
if i don't drown in this fog of despair today,
i'll try again tomorrow.
nemosum
nemosum
