Monday, April 2, 2012

Hanging Edge....30/30-2

Shadows cling
Obscuring the jagged edge
The figure hanging
By strained fingers
Desperately trying to rise
Back above it
Hell's depths teasingly call
Seductively whispering
How easy it would be
Let go of it all
The pain, the hurt, the dreams
Give in to oblivion
Sweat dripping from scarred brow
Defiantly he growls
Tighter his grip becomes
On the edge and reality once more

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