On the Brink
On the brink there I was,
on the line almost crossed.
No one cared a lost cause,
so I stopped and I paused.
Why live?
I should die.
Closed my eyes,
then open wide.
All is black here inside,
of my coffin where am I?....
On the brink there I stood,
with my finger on the trigger.
All my family and friends,
will NOT miss me in the end.
Why live?
I should die.
Close my eyes,
then open wide.
All is black here inside,
of my coffin where am I?...
On the brink there I sat,
in my car on the road.
Heading home really fast,
I wondered if I swerve,
and wreck not absurd.
Why live?
I should die.
Closed my eyes,
then open wide.
All is black here inside,
of my coffin where am I?...
On the brink here I am,
no more thoughts but some pain,
Tears fall down like rain,
will I ever be the same?
Why live?
I should die.
Close my eyes,
then open wide.
All is black here inside,
of my coffin where am I?...
On the brink
Copyright © Nathan Mazyck | Year Posted 2010
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