No whisper beneath to my back.

I was simply writing it...

With every step forward I make

is maybe another wiser choice i break

can't whisper beneath to my back

to judge if then my heart was right

every moment breaking, like ice caps

flowing debris, inevitable consequences

does life ever take sides?

Is it not fair to beg when dying?

if the good deserts me, can i look for evil

questions rise like water heated by passion

and they fall, raining when cold truth hits

Break me, into pieces and let them fall

forever into voids of unworthiness

this world is harsh..loving but harsh

close your eyes, not your heart...