Standing at the Edge

Here I am standing upon the edge

I am lost, but I don’t know how.

I want to cry, to run, to fly, to die, to jump

All the feelings I have consume me now.

Tears of blood well in my eyes

They stain and warm my pale face.

Lost in the darkest depths of my sanity

I wonder, how did I come to this place.

I am hurt by each thought I have

Yet they flow like a spring in my mind.

My deep red nails break through the skin

Revealing a sweet new world for me to find.

My eyes of a piercing, crystal blue

Outlined with charcoal and utmost care.

Seeing the world through a stained pink cloud

Disorienting every glance, not seeing what is
there.

My lips are painted your darkest red

They take a sultry, pouty form.

I press them firmly against soft pale skin

The crimson running down my face, still warm.

I feel those hand gently caress my skin

Each brush creates a wonderful new
sensation.

Like a warm and gentle breeze at night

A sinful, beautiful curse of my own flirtation.

My delicate, tiny fingers tingle at the touch

Dancing playfully across the skin.

Sensations now become to much

They begin to burst out from within.

A sweetened, heavy breath escaping from
my lips

Just like a dream I am now consumed.

Then, like a fog, reality begins to seep in

Standing on the edge, I see, this isn’t what I
presumed.

Gone is the pink stained cloud from
yesterday

No crimson now adorns my cheeks.

The tears stream now with salty bitter taste

The charcoal running, my eyes look dull and
meek.

With a heavy heart I lift my sleeve and slowly
clean my face

Smiling to myself, making some sort of
secret pledge.

I close my eyes and breathe in real deep

Leaving pale skin and crimson tears-

Standing at the Edge.



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