Keeping my balance, I walk
along this thin piece of thread
that streches from birth to death
above the fires of hell.
My bare feet hurt and bleed
and the fear is many a times
too strong: a missed step, merely
a slip, keeps me from
the everlasting burns,
the infinte scorching of
my human skin and the smell
of sweet, loving Death.
Maybe it's time I give up
and quit trying to hold my pace:
play around, feel the thrill
of the deadly heat upon my flesh.
