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On The Verdge
Killing you was on my mind
Jumping off the tallest skyscraper
Reading about me in the mews paper
On the verdge of having a break down
In the morge is where my corps will be found....
For I'm stamding on the tracks somewhere out back
Waiting for a train.
I can't stand the strain.
Wanting to punch anyone looking like you.
Didn't think I would pull through.
When I was just on the verdge of doing you in.
I was reminded of the grave sin
And
Was not going to let you pull me
in.
very good poem
one love Corey & co
We all have our boiling points and at some point it taints our rationality. When we're smart, we choose to write about it, sing, excerise, paint, or anything constructive to put our excess energy, emotions into. I'd much rather have us doing this than taking another's life. Unless it's self defense and not provoked self defense, it's unforgivable in my book. God is certainly more accepting than I. Maybe, someday I can learn how, but not at this moment.