I am standing on the edge of a bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demons the society made me inherit
Have driven me here .
Another night illuminated with fear
Demons reside here
And darkness is now me
Its 3am she is knocking at the door
Death ,she is here.
Let me pack my bag of sorrows and drive
To my final destination
My body is now full of scars
Each scar representing a war
A war i have fought with this society
But there is one great scar,the one which my own mind left
A tattoo but invisible guess there is nothing to tell
So on the edge of the bridge i stand
About to end the fight.
The fight between me and my pastor
A struggle between me and my family
I am praying
A silent prayer for a reason to hold on to
But my tears are the only strings holding me from falling off
And my ego is the one fastening and ready to let me go
The last kicks of a dying horse
hang in there.
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