the edge

Feb 27, 2005 23:11

a mouthfull of cotton on the rim of the world
and the wind is no threat of fear to this girl
she is wide eyed and grinning and dancing like a flame
like the devils handmaiden by another name.
hell is waiting below for that overblown gust
but no such luck-she'll live if she must.
cracks will grasp the security of the ground
but "its worth it" she says "for the freedom ive found."
Inch by inch closer to veins of whats real.
Away from the fools paradise of the world she will heal.
Away from the makeup away from the lies
and on to the fierce screaming into the skies.
She knows how the world turns but refuses to leave
In a stifling world, we are at war to breathe.
Let go of these flaws, see how close we can get
to a perfection of passion only we can beget.
The edge is the only place to live if we do
Not quite insane...but not quite you.
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