2012/11/18

Rock Bottom - 2012/11/18

Tip toeing along the edge of a blade
Precariously swaying with the breeze
Transfixed by the vision of two feet
Somehow now advancing as they please

It could never last forcing a tumble
Nosediving to lies of a better place
Eyes wide open at the speed of sound
Ever cursing the visages of her face

Another paradise waits with open arms
Polished coffin morbidly at the ready
Turbulence makes for a wrenching ride
Destination doom means we stay steady

Have your tickets out for verification
Journey ends in the halls of purgatory
Get your soul ready for final transfer
Assuming you even have it in inventory

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