Do I Dare Ask
Do I dare ask what we already know,
There shall indeed me time to answer,
Do I presuppose in the depths of a binge,
To burn through our ignorance into truth.
We stand by a forest in the cold of night,
We question what is to befall us,
Searching past the promises we must keep,
Only contemplating our forest of the night.
You have forged this cross along your journey,
You are preparing your self-crucifixion,
Tears trace over you,
Where blood desires to follow.
Two paths diverged in your souls journey,
One leaving you upon the cross to wither and blow away,
The second burns past this existence,
We slip into the void between them.
Crawling across the wasteland of dark sky,
A new birth opens before my eyes,
One not filled with the continuance of life,
One filled with peril of your immediate break from existence.
The question has come to a close,
The funeral procession wanders to the grave,
The coffin left open only for you,
We all stare deep at your face in the grave.