Precipice

Who do I sing to when words fall on deaf ears? I hear a stampede in the distance, calling my name Do I not remember crimes foregone? I am nauseated by clueless guilt and shame When will it come time for me to stop running? I need not the precipice to heed my escape How have I not yet learned to be cunning? I half expect a miracle to take shape Who will aid me? Those I’ve pushed away? I choke on parasites that put thoughts in my mind How will I walk myself back from the edge? I fall into failure and I fall behind Where will I go now? I’ve let the devil take his turn Why am I forced to go and take my bow? I bend towards and audience starting to burn