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i walk, i tread upon the edge,
oh, so close, but there’s a catch.
just enough to see what if, maybe,
what if there is no one to save me?

just another grain of sand
and there is no help, there is no hand,
there never was. im just a fool,
a wolf caught up in its mask of wool.

i wonder if i’m not even standing,
i’m plunging, awaiting the awful landing.
a fiery trail that can only fail,
that began before birth and just ends in hell.

-m.p. 01/06/2015