The Edge of Fright
A harsh mistress to face each night,
reality dabbles in pain.
And at the very edge of fright,
you enter the Devil's domain.
When chasing love across the miles,
forever follows tomorrow.
And a facade of shallow smiles,
cannot camouflage such sorrow.
Hope's the opiate of the young,
and yet, it's not easy to sell.
For a devious silver tongue
preaches not of heaven but hell.
On exhaling your final breath,
your soul is set free to wander.
And once within the realm of death,
life's no longer yours to ponder.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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