המתת השור

running swallowing air burrning my lungs 

shivering withering sometimes under the weight of heaven

winding with the twining furies of the tempest 

in an ocean of courage 

i am fighting my own battle 

never shall i know that 

up with the high grounds and knowledge that 

they are there 

was this summit so hard to gain 

reach the hight of my life 

and the lowest of my love 

entertwinded in a kiss of death 

in a kiss to blithe