Brian Patrick
Standing on the precipice of my life
Waiting for the darkness to fly in
Looking at my starving body and wondering why
The images punctuate my failed existence
The world never wanted my being
It gave me nothing
A nothingness that craved heeling
My mind collapses on itself
How did I come to this precipice?
Why didn't the gathering herd receive me?
There can be no answer to my misery
The edge beckons me closer
As the images creep in and out
The abyss waits for my empty soul
The edge calls for me
The edge is no more – I have given in
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Brian Patrick
Standing on the precipice of my life
Waiting for the darkness to fly in
Looking at my starving body and wondering why
The images punctuate my failed existence
The world never wanted my being
It gave me nothing
A nothingness that craved heeling
My mind collapses on itself
How did I come to this precipice?
Why didn't the gathering herd receive me?
There can be no answer to my misery
The edge beckons me closer
As the images creep in and out
The abyss waits for my empty soul
The edge calls for me
The edge is no more – I have given in
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