The tires screeched on the cliff end,

I sprawled over this mess;

having climbed pathways;

spent nights in the tunnels which;

led to the abyss

yet,

refused to ignite my fall.

.

What has my wretched hands taken a vow of?

who would want to live,

if not, a madman at the brink;

Singing ballads of the past, wrenched around my throat.

.

Who bound these earths of regret?

Upon my mortal;

upon my malnourished legs

.

They wont let me take the leap;

the keys to the closets that took me home;

I left in the car; burning,

now a wolf staring at my juicy flesh

all left inside;

a decaying husk,

and wishes; moulded upon the clay of the sky

to be a shooting star.