The edge looks nice today
with the toes of my beaten up converse grazing the lip of the ledge.
These converse have walked many a mile.
They've seen the elegant cobblestone streets of daydreams, walking through them in search of hope. The windows seem to be fogged over, as though they see the evil in me as no other living being does.
The secrets they hold reflecting the truth of the beautifully broken lies I tell. A cornucopia of empty smiles programed like the unmoving clock that ticks as a bomb would on the back of my head.
An iridescent target flashing.
They've seen the dusty back roads caked with the sweat of lost dreams in the making.
They were once the colour of a youthful smile.
The naivety of white, blindingly bright in its ignorance of the world and its demons.
You as one of them.
However, it is known that time and wear leeches a soul, such is the case with my beaten up converse on the dusty back roads.
As I look further off the ledge, the breaking waves nip at me with their cold lips. A promise of endless sleep evident in their piercing caress.
A sinister smile plastered upon its faceless wall, a caress of endless sleep whispered in the wind such as a graceful feather dances in a blooming wolfsbane field.
