To the ledge, I pledge everything
I see and breathe
autonomy is cold
I bundle up

theres an edge thats confronting me
with apathy
and nowhere else to go
guess i'm the end

theres a world resting under me
I've only seen
enough to gander up
in search of higher ground

someday soon it will crumble
and in the rubble
there will rest a better place
a stronger face

450

Dreams—are well—but Waking’s better,
If One wake at morn—
If One wake at Midnight—better—
Dreaming—of the Dawn—

Sweeter—the Surmising Robins—
Never gladdened Tree—
Than a Solid Dawn—confronting—
Leading to no Day—

I have no other way to say how I feel
Emotions I showed, I now conceal
The bottle is filled, about to overflow
The volcano will erupt and soon explode
Anger, rage, and pain burn more flames
I have no blood,  just molten lava in my veins
At any moment, I'll spontaneously combust
I only have myself, and even that I don't trust