Samstag, 17. April 2010

Cutting Edge

With gratification of unfailing balance,
Upon these edges I feel alive..
The innate adventure and risk of the edge...
Never makes me for emotions strive..

Barefoot upon these incisive edges ...
I live here and I walk and I run...
Lacerated and Bleeding, not joyous..
Not in the pursuit of dreams in the sun..

There's no haunting past here..
No rebel cause, no mind insane...
All there is, is a conscious choice..
Not the paradox of enjoying the pain..

Everything here is without and away..
But a tragedy, too sans sorrow or tears..
The dearth of emotion is my reason...
No guilt, No shame of deeds and smears..

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