• you stand on the edge
    your soul in need of mend
    so high up that cars look like bugs
    but sad for them they will soon be splattered with blood
    your toes inch farther off the ledge
    but all you need is for somone to beg...
    for somone to beg you not to jump over the edge...
    but the wind takes a blow and down you go
    so very....................very low
    your body becomes one with the now blood stained gravel
    and now it is you they will have to unravel