Both hands in your pockets
you walk that dismal path
that leads you away.
I am left
to crumple to the ground
agony...
"Come back!" I sob
but we both know you won't.
I curl my weak body into a ball
a feeble attempt
to lessen the blow
the worst mistake I ever made,
you...
It eats away at me from the inside
leaving a gaping hole in its wake.
you left thinking it was best
Best?
This is worse than death.
The mess of my emotions breaks free
my mind no longer capable
of witholding them
from the rest of the world.
My face is always damp
and shining
the marks of tears...
My body convulses
tremoring ecstatically
my hands wobbly and incompetent
the marks of struggle...
My skin
oh, my skin
once unblemished
now it lays tightly upon my bones
marred with mistakes
scars from a self-fabricated pain easing therapy
burns from being too adventurous with things so inncocently decietful.
Nothing I can do
will ever grant me asylum
I cannot even escape in my sleep
you semblance haunts me
a ghostly mirage
too painful to see
my body is broken
my mind far worse off
and I refuse to see clearly,
Wishing you to return
Knowing it'll never happen
Not caring for the truth
Sinking deeper into a labyrinth
of lies and destruction...

Forever later
my vision clouded with tears
I stride toward the place
the one place
that has a chance at saving my lost soul.
My steps grow
from a stumbling swagger
to a brisk, sure trot.
The more I think of it
the more I think it will work.
As I sight my destination
accustomed worry takes over
I pause to rid myself of such thoughts
This will work
it must...
Something has caught my eye
something I hadn't seen before
something that makes my heart race
a dismal path
a painful phantom
an icy shiver runs down my spine
and I remember what happened,
why I am here...
I look back to what I came for
The Edge of the World
a jagged line that runs on
in two directions