MY LIFE ALONG THE RAZOR'S EDGE
NOT TO KILL MYSELF I PLEDGE
THOUGH MISERY AND PAIN ABOUND
THE SPINNING CRUSHING RUSHING GROUND
I SEE INSIDE MY BROKEN MIND
WHERE NONE HAVE GONE AND NONE COULD FIND
THE FROZEN CHILD WHO LIVES ALONE
PETRIFIED NOW TURNED TO STONE
I SCREAM NO SOUND FROM BLEEDING LIPS
MY TEARS OF DUST LIKE SINKING SHIPS
SEEK THE DEPTHS OF AGONY
BENEATH THE WAVES OF MOANING SEA
CRIMSON RUNS LIKE BOILED BLOOD
FROM IRON CUTS INTO THE MUD
OF THOUGHT ONCE THOUGHT BUT LEFT TO DIE
OF TIME RUN COLD WHAT LEFT TO TRY
THIS COSMIC JOKE OF MISERY
LIKE VIRUS LIFE SPREAD ENDLESSLY
INFECTS THE WORLD INFLICTS IT'S LIE
UPON EACH INFANT DOOMED TO DIE
I WATCH I BLEED AND SMILE AT DEATH
AND RANT AGAINST MY EVERY BREATH
I RAIL AT GOD I AM HIS STYE
KILL ME GOD I WANT TO DIE
THIS THE GIFT I SOUGHT AND SEEK
ACROSS THE VEIL AFRAID TO SPEAK
THE RAZOR BLADED DAYS OF HELL
MY RESTING PLACE I KNOW SO WELL
DIGNITY HAS SHUNNED MY FACE
BITTER SWEET IS ALL I TASTE
I STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN
MY EYES ON FIRE NO PLACE TO RUN
TAKE MY LIFE AND GIVE ME DEATH
KILL MY EVER PRESENT BREATH
LET ME GO AWAY FROM PAIN
STOP THE THINKING IN MY BRAIN
NOT SO MAD AS MADNESS GIVES
THIS HELL OF MINE WHERE SADNESS LIVES
I THE HOBO ON HIS WAY
RESENT MY EVERY WRETCHED DAY
Bobby Jameson August 17, 2008
From the Bobby Jameson blog
