Walking on the edge of darkness
In between the shades of light
Living, hoping every moment
I came to change my scornful plight
Walking on the edge of sadness
But never really giving in
Numb, emotionless - I'm hopeless
Not brave enough to kill my sin
Walking on the edge of silence
As it echoes in my head
Still I'm struggling and fighting
Fighting, since I'm not yet dead
Death - a saint that shows some mercy
A silhouette that I can hear
There's no place for me in battle
When my saviour is so near
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
