Sunday, November 02, 2008,1:31 AM
Hanging by the skin of your teeth,
Walking the blunt razor's edge,
Testing,
Metal against will
Metal against sinew.

And the grey pallor of the tinderbox
And a face
Bleached white.

Whirlwind silences
Disquieting calm and a vein
Throbbing, ebbing.

Knuckles, white.
And a stillness that echoes
Frozen across years.

Glazed eyes and the smell of wet earth.
So agonising, so soothing.
And a trail of red.

And there's so many many thoughts when I try to go to sleep
But with you I start to feel a sort of temporary peace
There's a drift in and out
Drift in and out...
 
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