The Edge

She nears the edge,

holding her last breathe

Her heart beats heavily

awaiting what will be

Maybe it won’t be…

Maybe it will all break evenly

Slowly colliding into a motionless remedy

Or Maybe it will be…

Suspense tosses her to the wind

Leaving her to brave the cold upon her skin

Sometimes she wonders

WHY she dives in when all else is uncertain


screaming silence (nothing)

Life and death collide

im empty inside

vanished is everything of meaning

numbness becomes feeling

im left screaming silence like a lifeless being

staring into nothing

speaking as if someone were listening