Eye am the Chef for the Knight

Eating the recipe for melancholy

The day was long and ended in Y

It’s how I found the end of Pi

I mix a glass of whine with rhythms from my youth, and I’m transported to the edge of a cliff.

I’m looking down into the clouds, but my body won't take another step.

Is it possible to fall into heaven?

The vision swallows me like Adams apple

Behind me, I feel the change of winds blowing

Above me, I hear a god playing dice with himself

Below me, I smell my soul burning

The ground below me gives way, yet I do not fall

It’s clear to see as I close my eyes

I’m not going to Heaven

Hell, came to me