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this was made about the middle of december in 2008. i've gotten sloppy on dating my stuff and adding, sorry guys.
the air blowing on a gentle drift,
the waves below crashing slowly against rocks,
the birds flying in graceful flocks.
I sit here on the edge,
the edge of a small cliff above deep waters,
to me the edge of life and insanity.
My mind caressing the weak ledge,
where no one bothers,
caring only for their own vanity.
Oh how I long for that deathly embrace,
my friends are far and gone,
my love no where to be found,
my family no longer with me to the end,
why do I continue to stay?
This is my heart's resting place,
dead even after dawn,
burried far underground,
unable to fend,
Is this where my soul shall lay?