I sit here on the Edge of Reality
Lonely, searching the Galaxy
People think I am losing my Sanity
Or my Mentality is something to not be entered

Everything seems bleak and hopeless
and my body is trying to pull my soul from lifelessness
When the world heals; my scars shall not
The world  covered in disdain and “grace”…
The saint like people are ignored by the famous
Cookie cutter everywhere, Originality is nowhere
Where everyone is money hungry
Where everyone is *** hungry
Where everyone is hungry
Two are fueled while the other is left in the dust
I’m not trying to make a fuss maybe some just

Trying to allow people to think, with their own mind
to see what they can find
to open their heart and be kind
With limited time
We are at a bind
How Can we see when we’re blind
So Tell me what you know about dreams
Tell me what you know about feeling something can’t even touch
Tell me what you know about reality something you can’t see
While the bumbles bees bee and the tree throws apples
When the Govern govern and then Reality is ****** into pan
And When people act like you’re Stan
When addiction isn’t a fan and you're
Trying to stop the Cars
But you’re being held back by bars
as the Cars fall off the Edge of Reality
you realize all the duality but its too late
Your head is being ripped off...fatality

Now when the World's Ablaze and you feel Sub-zero
Courage is their doing charades trying to show you their is more
So get up and grab the stars and nothing is stopping you
As more people get up and grab the stars left by you
So Don’t be the bad guy thats make fun of people that die
Be the person who can show the message of truth
Be your own person
The person who is not manipulated by things like the fox
as the Donkey and Elephant duke it out
for the final bout, The person who thinks of something higher than reality
With the People who sit there on the Edge Of Reality

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"speak quietly"

ah, but how would the people
living on the scraggly edge
of the mountain cliff
ever hear us if we did?

I've woken up haunted by the ghosts of my own demons.
An ominous presence lurks just outside the edges of my peripheral vision.
The impending chaos hovers over my head like an untapped thunder cloud.
The fragile calm inside my head is eerily similar to an abandoned hospital.
Each room holding the possibility of a new fear,
Threatening to burst forth like a jack-in-the-box.
I know I've arrived.
There's no direction, no forks left in this road.
I must move forward.
My next step will take me right off the edge of this cliff.
I can't see the bottom, but somehow know that once I reach it, I'll survive.
The forces holding me back are the vacuum of a vortex.
******* with all their might,
pulling me back to the past.
That past.
That déjà vu.
That endless pulse of a lifeless cycle.
Just one step.
Inches!
I will myself to move,
Paralyzed in my current existence.
The nightmare is a lie,  
I am awake.
This is the lull,
This is the calm before the storm.

take your car keys and drive towards the nearest bridge

park the car and walk to the edge
gaze upon the river and take a deep breath
try to let the air flood your lungs
and the view fill your eyes
try to let the afternoon sun warm up your cold skin
try to let all your senses work as one in harmony

walk closer to the edge
to the very brim
until there is no space left between now and then

what would happen if you let go?
what would happen if you gait to the void?

would someone miss you?
would you miss someone?

think of all the things you should have said and done
think of all the 'I love you' you left to be said
all the I'll do it later
when there's no more later to do it

in that moment
when everything feels wrong
take a step further
a step to your fate

picture your world framed by that sun
and keep it like there's no tomorrow to come

remember your family
remember your friends
remember all the people you know and care about

now go back to them
go back and pretend this never happened
put a smile in your face
live one day after another
pretending you never been in that bridge

the air feels different now
the landscape has more color
and the sun shines warmer
the smiles of your friends look more honest

but they don't know what happened there
they can suspect it
maybe see it in your eyes
but they don't know

only you and you yourself
knows what happened in the nearest bridge



it's funny how something that happened only to you
can change the perception you have
about all the other things
they look different
but it wasn't they who changed
it was you who grew

i
you could be like the vast ocean,
unreachable and would stretch from east to west,
yet every time I find myself on the edge of the plank,
I se beauty within the marvels of mysteries of you.

ii.
maybe like the waves,
we could only hope to meet continuously,
but when touch is not all,
i could only miss the bubble you form.

iii.
maybe i could miss you,
like little mermaid wishes to meet the land,
and that the land and sea could never meet.

iv.
and if this love isn’t all,
i would forever be missing you,
and loving you,
till the deepest part of the ocean.

I'm sitting at the edge of the cliff
Just watching
Just waiting
I'm sitting as the ocean throws itself against the rocks, spraying me
I wait
I wait for something
No
I wait for nothing

I'm sitting on the edge of the cliff
Sliding off the edge I'm gonna let this small nothing happen
I'm gonna have this small nothing be gone in a whisper*
*Just never miss me
Just never whimper

Notice given, but not consoled;
The trembling of the soul.

Occurring at the helm,
Of the notion of the self.

I am dizzied in the frenzy,
A coursing without entry.

In a void consumed in flames.
You are all I can breathe.