This is about being all most mad and determing whether to stay on the ground or fly

Teetering on the edge

of insanity,

griping at the side

of smothering,

loss of breathing

the empty air is all i feel,


Teetering on the edge of maddness,

a cruel meaning,

a rightous how,

of no blood,

of murder,


Fall in love,

is the only thing keeping me on

the ground,

and not in the clouds,



Teetering on whether,

to fall,

or fly

The End

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