Deep Roller

Torn asunder, under duress Gnashing teeth to combat the weight Always slow to rise, quick to fall Ascending into the sky, higher and higher Feel the air go thin, choke out the breath Crimson waves envelope the mind Vermilion invades the visions of grandeur The saccharine view of opulence Taints the knowledge of the impossible Paths diverge, the destination always the same Air beneath the wings lift up higher The push of wind brings back a bitter truth Always climbing against the pull Reality settles any thoughts of success As descent pulls down the hopeful As the fall permits decay I swear I am my own maker I swear I see my dismay