S.kill

I've danced in the shadows of

the most glorious clouds

gotten glimpses of linings and given

chances at the getaways most people

would kill for,

yet at night I rest my bed

to sleep and echoes of the unlived day

haunt my pillows till I stir from slumber and swirl into a
r.a.g.e.

the kind that slowly exudes and reaches a point in its
demeanor that is

terrifying to the one on the

re.ceiv.ing end, but

that doesn't really matter when the mind plays tricks
and trades

anger over sadness -

I told you I've danced in the shadows of the most
glorious clouds and that I've gotten glimpses of linings
and been given chances at the getaways most people
would kill for,

what makes you think I won't?