I make mistakes that have the appearance of decisions.
A pit of misconception where light shines from the bottom.
Looking up wreaks havok, while letting gravity do its work reaps reward.
The pit is limitless while the surface is tangible.
Silver-tongued, but I slur my
words when talking up to someone.
They can’t tell. They can’t see anything from way up there.
Countless lies cost countless lives.
I hear the dead ones always make it.
You either get super powers or you die.