Final edge

2021-03-25

Knock, knock I hear them coming

On mind's door they're knocking

Oh no, here they all come again

Carries boxes of unknown pain


I need a break can't I get one?

Just one minute, to enjoy sun

Please, loosen up the chains

They ate my happy remains


I feel at peace in pouring rain

Nothing compared to my brain

I'm exposing my soul on pages

Spelling my pain from the ages


Dancing around the guillotine

Avoiding the fire, I'm gasoline

Balancing on the final edge

I'm repeating my last pledge

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