At the edge...
Which is also the end
You are haggard and tired
So many flaws you wish to mend
As you look at your back
But all you have is reminiscence
…You are to look but never to go back
Your life is grinding to the verge…
Your intuition is supposedly at its peak
But your flesh has grown weak
Your only weapon becomes your slow speech
Your life line begins to crack
…But you are only to look and never go back
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
At the edge...
Which is also the end
You are haggard and tired
So many flaws you wish to mend
As you look at your back
But all you have is reminiscence
…You are to look but never to go back
Your life is grinding to the verge…
Your intuition is supposedly at its peak
But your flesh has grown weak
Your only weapon becomes your slow speech
Your life line begins to crack
…But you are only to look and never go back
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