Talked Away From The Edge

Looking down from the fragile edge of so-called glory,

Into the waves of self-destruction,

The simple reason I can't close my eyes and fall in,

Is because I'd miss you in hell,

'Freedom' has so many strings attached,

But you accepted me without question,

Never batted a bruised eyelid at the chaos that followed me,

So many times talked away from the blade,

So many times untangled from the noose,

Never left to die like an insect in a tangled web of lies,

You've talked me off of the edge,

The only thing I will ever want to die for again is you.

The End

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