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we were lured by the edge

to hold on to it and drive

away whats left of what we

thought were happy memories



we were pushed by fate

to cross a common line

but the blow didnt hurt

instead drew our souls

into a certain harmony

or a dance or a song

which words neither one

of us can comprehend



it is my fear

that the color of that

death chant hovering over

our heads might not be

rightfully ours still

we give our hopelessness

power to reach for it



it occured to me

that if we ever took hold

of that blackness

we may never come back

and then later regret it

i think this way when my

fears whisper such grim

realities in my mind



but my fear is not me

its just a buzzing sound

creating a haze or a blindspot

here inside my head

maybe its my own

subconcious desperate

bid to let me stay

and yours to let your

memories remain here still

although in recurring

coldness



but we are here

still holding on

not growing stronger

least not yet

but it is strength

in itself to hold on

and not let go

this is something that

i think we can start from



nobody ever grows weak

nobody gives in

i wont sink and neither

will you

keep holding my hand

its warmth its comfort

because it is only

when you hold my hand

that i am given the

chance to hold yours

while we both fool the

uncertainty of this

nightmare between us

we will never sink

nobody drowns this time

i wont

and i wont let you