Shards of broken glass
asleep under my
closed, pale eyelids
I climb, I run, I reach the top
and always, always, I fall
Snakes and more snakes
slither their way around
my naked waist
My clear, blue, green lake
turns black, grey
moans under the red
crimson moon
My mountains look
down on me
laugh and sneer
I climb, I run, I reach the top
and always, always I fall
Shards of broken glass
asleep under my
closed, pale eyelids.
