• I
    am
    alive.
    However,
    sometimes
    I feel as if I
    am contrived
    from nothing
    but lies and I
    cannot abide
    by the things
    which arrive
    inside of me.
    And so I dive,
    delving deep
    into the liquid
    hive known as
    life. I stand on
    the edge of the
    knife. The blade
    is a ledge that is
    barely existent, but
    yet, it is coldly efficient.
    It’s presence hardly seems real,
    but it is steel.
    Being denied
    in the eyes of
    time itself, do
    I cry for help
    or do I try to
    apply myself?
    But no matter
    what kind of
    pact is signed,
    the fact shall
    not be denied.
    We are all alive.
    Are you satisfied?