The brink of madness Follows at my feet Like a shadow taunting Like a whisper haunting. A slip of darkness nipping At my heel. Urging me to feel Too much. Pressing me Too touch The beyond Face first Cross eyed One eye on the future One eye in the past. Fall in Fall out To jump Blind luck Into an empty view In lieu of you
You are me But you cant see For the madness Barking mad At your heel.