On The Verge

A man stands hiding a large machine His hand is stuck, you can see it in the way he tries to fight his own pose The verge is close The body's in vacancy, The last part of his decency struggles to regain control It's taking its toll The next few seconds will Determine the nature and colour of his legacy The Last Straw to break the Back of the camel is being clutched and tucked away Taking the blow once more creating an itch - you're withering (Wet rug - accumulating grit in on your record spiraling out of touch) Scratching, infecting, the rash on your skin - it's creeping (Blank stare - concealing within all the recent you feel inside) Talk to me please! Tell me about all of the burns you always hide Is it hard to keep lying? How many times? Have you barely been able to keep your wrath at bay? Lost your way without saying A slip of a nerve was all it took for our Circumstances to be turning upside down, her face disfigured in the carpet Regret swells up and your desperation reveals itself, for the first seconds in a while you spoke your mind Now you're scared of the marks you made - do you think that there are those Who can look at you once and shake your hand and see what you've been doing? The sweat runs down your side You're open wide The moment's passed and the blow is dealt You crossed a threshold steep enough separate the world from your burdens It'll never return The stains on the living room floor Speaks of a mind lost once and for all Pushing far beyond the limit and speeding away past the point of no return Taking the blow once more - scratching the plates that covers the (Wet rug - accumulating grit in on your record spiraling out of touch) Basement in which it lurks - does she deserve it? (Blank stare - concealing within all the recent you feel inside) How do you feel? Lost and disposed as your rage converts to fear Is your eyesight clearer? When did you turn? Deranged to the point where your mother won't meet your gaze? Don't say it's just a phase