The Edge
You're riding on the edge
The edge of life and death
Popping pills
Shooting thrills
Snorting coke and meth
Running fast from it all
Heading for a fall
Needle in your arm
What do you care
Who does it harm
Looks change at will
With each and every pill
So pretty in the night
Behind your sunken life
In back of your hollow eyes
Hanging on the edge
The edge of life and death
Falling behind in the human race
Getting passed by the rest
Always reaching for love
Flying to the stars above
You're leading the blind
And even you don't know
What you will find
When you try to crawl
Again you fall
You're on your own
When each one's gone
You can try again
When you're grown
Sliding over the edge
The edge of life and death
You can't clean up
You live in the swill....
The mess
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I love to hear this read loud. It drives.
Great eye...er..ear. I wrote it as a song. Heavy metal type. Thanks for the comment.
This has a hard, fast rhythm that echoes the sense of anger and despair expressed in the words. As Steven said, it drives.
Edgy with a ton of punch. I can hear the heavy metal.