Waiting for the tide to drop
Knowing there is no escape
I'm living on the edge
It's a long way down
If I give up now will anyone notice?
I scream
Inside my head I'm trapped like an animal
Ripping at my soul to free myself
My knees buckle
Down I fall into the cold harsh sea of old memories
That's what you get,
For living on the edge...
A contest entry
- Funky Titles by Morrigan Trinity.
450 points, ended June 10, 2007, 24 entries
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Comments
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This I likie. It seems to awaken the part of me that wishes to stop the part that wants to jump. Does that make any sense? Thanks for entering. Luck!
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i like it
great job
keep it up
♥ Meleah
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Sounds angry, to me.
good though. good job!
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