Why is it that people commit suicide?
Is it because they can't see all the good around them?
Or because they can't see the good in themselves?
There are nights
when we can't see
any reason to keep
to this hell
to this pain
to this hurt
to this nightmare
to this lie
to this life
because the more you sleep
the more you dream
and dreams are a fragile shelter
but it's the only one we have
here we are again
the edge of the world
the streetlights far behind us
and your smile in the hazy dark
truth be told
we tiptoed out of our cages
bringing old notebooks and sleepless dreams
tripping into each other's laughs
it has been months since it was like this
the uncertainty of your hand on my wrist
hushed whispers in the dead of the night
and I feel weight slip off my spine
our feet carry us to the only place of solace that we know
and even in the weeks of forgetting
in the time I let the sea carry you away
we will always find our way back here
and you start telling me of his steady hands
I remember that yours were never like that
so I smile at the thought of you belonging somewhere
after years of wandering aimlessly
so you make sand towers like you always do
and I look for seashells like I always do
the sea is singing lullabies to the two weary souls
and my pulse is humming with it
you race me to the water
and the stars glitter as you wade through them
the wind whips our hair into a tangled mess of ink
and I barely reach you when you start to speak
you recite dead languages to my fingertips
all I can think of is the promise of a sweet death
your voice against my sea-kissed skin
and the only eyes that could drown me
we drag ourselves to the shore
shaking the sand from our hair
we get blankets to wrap around our shoulders
and I feel the corners of my mouth tilt up
side by side
all of the languages of the world dead to us now
as we breathe in the sweetness of escape
and our heads tilt towards each other
you ask me what I look for in someone
and I trace swirls into the sand for a while
because I don't know
and maybe I have never known
almost two decades of this fragile life
almost everyone I’ve loved only people of my imagination|
and I kid myself with the question
and maybe I’m just afraid of the answer
but I draw the constellations in my mind as I whisper to myself
Oh lovely Xú zhēn ōu,
you're on the edge of time, did you know?
I'll hold your hand from a mile away
look at the stars at the end of the day
close your eyes and walk along
we won't say a single word, the wind will be our song
I love you Xú zhēn ōu, we're on the edge of time you know,
we're on the edge of time.
Unheard is a whisper in the wind,
faintly talking in your ear.
He's the figure hidden in plain sight,
He knows everything that goes on,
because he is unheard he is not seen...
His dark blue eyes, watch all, waiting, to finally be noticed...
Unheards dream is to be heard,
for his silent pleas for help to be met.
He spends his time at home listening to his music, full blast
to block out the constant fighting...
He finds peace at the roofs edge of tall buildings, inching
further each day...
Unheard hides behind a curtain of black hair, like the roses he carries
in his pocket as he climbs the stairs to the top,
leaving white roses as a trail behind him...
He steps that final inch...
Unheard fades to the darkness as the commotion rises...
He is finally heard,
But it's too late, his stories over now...
Slam the door with silence, no friction
Your deathbed awaits by the sun
Facing it, with your right hand tickling the moon
Left one carrying a gun
“Ninth circle of hell awaits”
Whispers, as I wait for the sun
“Ninth circle of hell awaits”
At the galaxy’s edge, I stump
Where a dress made in heaven
Specially for her November
For her special mirror she wore
My chest shivers, as she carries me
My chest shivers, as she opens the door
Take me to the galaxy’s edge
Wear me upon your hazel hair
To let go of my old one
From a nameless stone fix me
Into living bones fix me
I sink into your mind
When it turns to be a black hole
Endless, with sensational blares
Echoing at the endless core
Take me to the sun
My only one, my only home
My mind convulses into spasms!
While I nap over her ocean
Where light wins every fight
Where darkness’s fading, I live
For a new life I live
For a new shadow of mine
Lifted by her soul
Dear Golden Gate Bridge,
Can you give her back to me?
Split the water in two and I will be Moises
Angry and scared,
desperate and delusional
like Dolly was about Jolene
She fell in love with your edges and your deceiving depths
And you never saw right through her and thought that maybe she just wanted you to be the sloppy second for once. Rebound to a better life.
You are a ruthless lover but I'm starting to understand the fascination with that edge of yours.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Jolene, I need to be baptized in your love
And I will assure you that I can swim and you will pretend to care.
Moises will fly to a sure fall. Let him drown. He would have never made it to Noa's arc anyways.
Let me drown.
Come to the Edge
Don't be scared
That's what they said
Edge of what?
The Edge changed
It's different now
Which one is it?
What edge are you on?
Some Edges are made to jump from
Some Edges you look over
Some Edges you leave
The same way you came
Jump if you can fly
Can you fly?
Find your wings
To the Edge I say
The Edge you stand on is the one you chose or found
Jump if you can fly
Walk if you can't
Find the Edge that belongs to you and lifts you high above
You'll find your place