Slave to the gaunlet
you meddle in the mud
looking to the surface
but never really breathed
deying your own nature
although for goodness sake
walking in the web
lost in the stars
that cold depth of space
to spite the sun to warm your face
repention to soothe your soul my friend
for what hides behind the smile
everlasting the monotone pierces the ears yet unborn
yearning for a footstep
to lead them where no one will go
only a blur
chins held high and squinting
blind to the glass of the antfarm
crying coughing skies
shaking the land
to emit the blood of man
the bully of itself
for my god stands on yours
the trees laugh in approval
while animals cover their young
and i wipe away the one tear on my cheeck

Ummm...
Otter?
Is something wrong?
I mean you can talk to us.
Really you can.
We are here for you.

fine thanx cant all be peaches ya know

I completely understand! I wrote Something today ...well lets just say .... I WENT OF THE HOOK ..... for me that is.

i'm lookin

interesting...