the snow lies heavy.
not as cold or heavy as
my blue beating heart.
living death
stuffed full of dead kine.
a putrid sack of decay.
you are living death.
free path
to find your way through
the thick jungle of despair.
the path not taken.
pump thump
this loud banging drum.
have you not run far enough?
my eyes wide open.
for the win
by hook or by crook.
i will make my one thousand.
all tricks for the win.
sea air
under the blue sky.
swimming in dry naked air.
fish looking at me.