poems and stories and stuff

a beautiful tragedy

there's a boy who sits on the edge of a cliff, living and pretending that the ledge doesn't descend, descend, descend into a maddening sea of monsters and the malicious intent for which they work. the boy lives blind to this ocean of entropy and chaos, knowing that the cliff descends but never knowing the consequences of the danger of which he survives.

there's a boy who falls off the edge of a cliff, living and pretending that he is not falling, falling, falling into an abyss of darkness and waves whose hunger cannot be sated. the boy lives crying to the gods and the miracles who are too far away to ever hear what he cannot bear to say about the way his mind resides.

there's a boy who is gone from the edge of a cliff, lost, lost, lost to a black storm that has never stopped since the beginning of time, a storm that has never stopped taking away lives. the boy doesn't live but dies in the danger of which he has always survived because he grew too tired to stay upright and only wanted to live another life in a dream somewhere, a dream where he is never scared of the sea or the cliff on which he lies.

there's a boy who sits on the floor of unknown, gone, gone, gone from a cliff where his face is unfamiliar and his seat is overgrown. this is not the dream he wanted to live, this is a beautiful tragedy undone.