IHNC

I feel alive when I am nearly dying.
Smiles may come with tears dropping my own insanity.
Lack of air makes me flop like a fish on the bottom of a fisherman's deck.

Stars come across the dark vast sea withholding the universes far far away. Blood drenched skin, eyes to bestow that visible spin with my stomach tumbling rocks. I stare up into that vast sky with out the words to ask why.

When I was young I used to ask god for everything I couldn't comprehend.

My prayers never answered, my questions never received. Now I see knowledge is a key as each steep to be a locked door.