Monday 19 March 2012

By The Sun, By The Edge

Heaven would be a hell of a place. 
Watching eyes in the walls wait for me to slip up. 
I rock the corner, the tiny part of my world lights up with blue, 
Snow covers the ground of my existence, I shovel it away, 
But it just tumbles back on top of me. 
I make snow angels. I look at the never comig sun. 
I watch as I go over horizon and horizon, the sun sets 
Somewhere in the distance, behind the edge of the universe. 
But then it comes up to me, and I look and realize I’ve lost everything 
In a sea of sorrow, my wants drowned. Now I fling myself of the edge 
But then you grab me by the collar, turn me round and say. 
“Go to the edge on the other side” And I smile. As me and her go 
To save my wants. 

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