Precipice

I stand over the gorge 
Pinehills roll endless 
Pitch smells swirl and swell 
Below the wake I dwell 

The swarth of I 
Blanket the entire sky 
I stare, the wraith up high 
Into my apparations eye 

Reflection of languishing energy 
Too much to bear, I swear - I curse 
Weakening, deadening - strenghten to envelopp all 
The swarth of I 
Blanket the entire sky 
In wait I lie 
I'll help you all die