you’ve got to run along the edge of madness teetering
What are you going to write about tonight?….
maybe the stars that light the way the newborn life that spoke today,
the end of times the endless rhyme why won’t it end?
the inquisitive child asked imploringly,
maybe we won’t know the start or feel the end
but there is an answer if you look around.
The rhyme is clear but my brain still fears
that the eye won’t see a friend for me
and the world will be silent not a soul about
all goes black as I hit the ground.
No more tomorrow, it all comes to an end
as the glass bottle breaks upon the floor
I realize I can’t take no more.
Sleep or death, it’s all the same,
escape from the silence that never ends.