The Brink

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66762
United States
37° 23' 45.7476" N, 94° 42' 25.4232" W

I'm on the brink.
Bout to fall off the edge.
Reality's last link.
Is about to snap.
My sanity lost.
Never again regain.
I'm bout to fall to my death.
And land in a world of pain.
My soul is lost.
My heart shattered.
One last breathe.
I'm taking the plunge.
Sanity lost.
Insanity gained.
My tears never fell so hard like rain.
I'm in a lost world.
A different time.
You may look down your nose at me.
As i write my final line.
But you're worthless.
Not worthy of life.
You're a sheep in a crowd.
Being lead to slaughter.
What's worse that's what you teach your sons and daughters.
Fuck you all you're not worthy to judge.
you say you're a saint.
But i know it's a lie.
You say i'm a sinner well that's just fine.
I know i'm not perfect I accept it ya see.
I know when i die i won't have to plea.
I'll see you in hell
And i'll climb my way out.
Your sorry soul should never had doubt.
I'm confused split between.
Here and there.
I need peace.
I need love.
a place to lay.
at the end of the day.
But i'm a wanderer it's true.
So i'm doomed to always feel blue.

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