Borderline
How does it feel, standing on a knife edge?
You've been here before.
Balancing, barefoot, ever so carefully.
The sheer sharpness of the rim digs into your sole.
Your sole.
Your soul.
Pins and Needles, pricking into your soul.
The body aches with the weight of them.
Every brush of the air creates more pain.
Pain... it's all around.
Can't move. Must stay still.
Can't move.
Can't lose this precarious teeter-tottering balance.
Threads.
So thin.
One pulls back, one pulls over.
Over the edge, into the darkness.
But everything's dark.
Just one small spotlight, following you.
Waiting to see if you'll fall.
Curl your toes around the edge; try to balance.
Inch slowly forward; don't heed the pain that envelops you.
Everything hurts anyway; can't escape.
Can't escape...
You've been here before.
Balancing, barefoot, ever so carefully.
The sheer sharpness of the rim digs into your sole.
Your sole.
Your soul.
Pins and Needles, pricking into your soul.
The body aches with the weight of them.
Every brush of the air creates more pain.
Pain... it's all around.
Can't move. Must stay still.
Can't move.
Can't lose this precarious teeter-tottering balance.
Threads.
So thin.
One pulls back, one pulls over.
Over the edge, into the darkness.
But everything's dark.
Just one small spotlight, following you.
Waiting to see if you'll fall.
Curl your toes around the edge; try to balance.
Inch slowly forward; don't heed the pain that envelops you.
Everything hurts anyway; can't escape.
Can't escape...