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...