The Edge
Standing on the edge of the Twisted Kingdom,
waiting to drop into it's depth,
waiting to be consumed by a slow torturous madness.
Fading lights, I gather myself to take the cue,
dropping over the edge, into my Twisted Kingdom,
Phantoms of what is reality dance in my mind.
A false reality plays inside my mind,
what I make reality now settles in waiting,
watching for who knows what, laughing at my shame,
terrified of the Twisted Kingdom, I run,
I run for nothingness. Nothing to there to run from,
but the Kingdom of Nothing. No boundries,
no walls to surround me, to keep me safe inside my Kingdom,
only twisted nightmares and twisted feelings,
of being locked up inside, screaming silently
for a release, screaming inside myself for a way
to end all of this Madness.
by Tracy Burke
