Cruel Motivations

Driven forwards
Grinding desire
For perfection
Fearful, knowing
Against logic
Your wretched
Miserable infliction
Upon humanity
Only cured by
Self destruction

Hand Crafted

Look upon roiling edges,
This vertigo inducing
Abyss of my own undoing.
Crafted by my own hands,
This yawning chasm, dug
By each act of selfish ambition.
A billion small motions.

Oblivion’s Edge

Staring over oblivion’s edge
Ancient dreams echo back
Taunting me from the mists,
Warbling amongst fir and cedar
Known, yet unseen, untouched.
Once the sun awakens and life’s
Raucous, boisterous clamor
Silences the challenge, peace
Returns.