On The Morrow

Dear god, leadeth me not down the path of despair

For what is to find down there?

I feel the ice in my chest,

Spare me the consciousness, I need not know the rest

I'm cracking up, boiling over

Runneth over, has my cup,

Just under the skin,

The river rages within

Iron fist, wrapped around my heart,

Bring forth the spoils of my instability,

Leave not a single tear to spare

Wringing me from the inside out, no sob left unfelt

And so, carve into my being, bitter sorrow

So that I may contain more joy on the morrow