The Living Poem by Ghost Legend

If there were words to say
In the depths of despair,
They'd be to live and greet
Completely unawares
Of impending defeats,
Cheats, and care,
Of each peak you'll bleed
Internally with fears.
For there is not much
To care for here;
We've all been launched,
Grunted, into the stratosphere,
And the only means to touch
Down are clear: You must
Be blunt enough to shear
Through hair and skin,
Vain and organ, push to brinks
Nature's order, and therefore
Sink as grounding blimps,
Filling the grounds with stink
Until it's over.
But if fear is your ally,
You may so choose to sit
Out your flight, let it
Crash in an empty alley,
Or so land in the middle of night.
Yet listen, again,
You'd still be torn in
Pieces by then,
So is there real difference,
My friend?
Why let your cold stiffen
Those limbs?
Time to sleep! Let others
Weep
Living.