a cold grey path

Have any of you stood on the brink of an abyss..... And as I stare down into that hollow grave plot dug to the depths only hells serpentine whore knows how truly deep... I stare dumbfounded by the elegance of the cold way hells lakes burn so deep and yet ignite such a primal lust  a lust for peace only your insanity seems to be the only logical way to silence the screams of so many unjustly punished hopes and dreams of your ignorant youth.... And the serpentine s intoxicating song is so damming we can't even believe all the corpse's we must tumble down to drink in her lyrics....... For ever yours old friend
       J.C. Vazquez