Over The Edge
Lying on memories
Every second crying because of them
Asking only why
Is it longing that brings the tears
Longing for the past
For days flown by too fast
It might be sadness that brings these tears
Pure, true, deep sadness
Inside only uncontrollable madness
It could be happiness that brings those tears
Happiness at the awakening of these
Long-sleeping, long-forgotten memories
Or could it be pity that brings said tears
Pity for how naive you were
Big dreams and moments of spur
Or it might be despair that brings that tear
That single depairing drop
That has been forming
Waiting
For this moment
To drip
Out of the corner of sight
Circling your nose
Salting your lip
Making you taste your own feeling
Making its way past your trembling chin
The tickle growing
No longer whispering, but shouting
Shouting, screaming, shrieking
Letting loose all that has been building up inside of you
Do not hold it back
Do not suppress it
But let it flow
And stream down your stricken face
Allow your tear to slip
To drip past that tremble in your chin
And fall
And disappear
Forever
Into nothingness
