have i fallen too far this time

losing my sanity to the point it's a crime
the place where i'm at it won't be the last
pouring out wine from the grapes of wrath

did i stand to close to the edge

slipped on loose gravel, head over head
from the first grip to the very last grasp
if i opened my mouth could i even ask

stepping out from the in between

close to the point where it's almost obscene
caught in the crossfire, both barrels of life
losing what little that i thought was mine