the swallow of life
engulfs me like a wine bottle at night
I have my sword as a knight
encroaching on the deep chasm of plight
I like what I am
ferocious young lion of men
sweetly dying again
rebirth is like a strong iron of men
I am just Inspiring them
that those can become
a fire again.
we all die in the end,
so most can begin a fire, a trend.
I walk on rocks in the heat.
not to mention a high mountain that’s steep.
such a lie if I’d try to say I’m not howling ‘I’m weak.’
how to ascend?
the darkness is like a strong burrow that bends
at times heartless
I have no time for a friend
with sharpness I keep a strong iron that lends
a hand that one can borrow till end
I withstand strong currents
that are the deep swallow of men.
