The Flower on the Precipice

Starving God satisfy my hunger Drag me out of true weakness of men: The will to be reprieved from the claws Of the thousand-eyed beast called possibility You praise the beauty of the flower on the precipice For you stop at the edge of that cliff Your fearful hand will never step out into the sky Witness this whole Universe These scars and thirst of mine I am the thorn that tames the dusk I am the unbound, the bloom of solitude Hope is a cancer that slowly kills the mind A sweet addiction that leads to failure I am the thorn that tames the dusk I am the unbound, the bloom of solitude I am the thorn that drinks the heavens I'm the betrayed, the bleeding monolith I dwell in loneliness for I had trust in life Now looking back into the abyss I realise Time will not heal what has died Time will never heal This will never heal But even alone through blackened skies I will fly. --- The Flower on the Precipice - Release the Blackness