I've found myself on the edge again
Made unwhole by my own unwellness
Now, I cling to familiarity
Oblivion trying to lure me away
To a darkness that grows more inviting
Order is my last vestige of hope
Keeping me on ground that I find growing smaller
All I can do is hold tight
Near that which may provide a lifeline
Yearning to keep my strength another day
Maybe the temptation of the dark shall fade
Or I will be revitalized
Restrengthen enough to hold my own footing
Enough that I will not fall
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
I've found myself on the edge again
Made unwhole by my own unwellness
Now, I cling to familiarity
Oblivion trying to lure me away
To a darkness that grows more inviting
Order is my last vestige of hope
Keeping me on ground that I find growing smaller
All I can do is hold tight
Near that which may provide a lifeline
Yearning to keep my strength another day
Maybe the temptation of the dark shall fade
Or I will be revitalized
Restrengthen enough to hold my own footing
Enough that I will not fall
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