Shit on a Stick

Salvage what you can,
From the bottom of my mind.

Dredge the murky waters,the shallow thoughts.

weary,be,of dark corners,blind turns,
shadows await,shifting.

waiting.

is there an end to questions?
do answers come soon?

deep in thought,open in mind
but on the knife's edge,reality hangs

suspended,animated.

The silvery strand of spiders web,
is all that holds up this world,and the madness of the next.

to live is to die,
to die is to be reborn.
to be reborn is to live again,
but to live is to die once more.