On the Edge
By evangelina
Slipping in with drinks of poison of fantasy and remains of a lifeless soul when the darkness overcomes my weary body does nothing but tear me down even further and chaos brews in the midnight colors of the bruises that cause my mind to wander in the brink of the edges of the blade that cannot leave me alone. Dripping with the memories and yet filling the caress of the sharp air of breath that seeps into my nerves and fills my lungs with a coldness that brings life into the dulled process of my thoughts. Lovely Beauty Darkness and yet I can feel the light playfulness of the razors around the edges of the flattened earth that stands still beneath my feet.you know, that 'other' side Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 06:31 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Slipping in with drinks of poison of fantasy and remains..."