On A Razors Edge (292)

I'm walking in a wintry blizzard
I'm caught in the eye of a storm
I'm feeling a little sleepy now
They say before you die you feel a little warm.

Tranquil as a winters day
I let my summer while away
While forever stooping upon this ledge
I'm standing on a razors edge.

Whence wilt this land break off?
And bury me in a grave of dirt, so soft?
I'm so enchanted that I will come
I'm hypnotized by the angels pendelum.

And one day when this world is dead
Must I get it through you head?
Yes together, we shall wed
As I stand upon the razors edge.

~random~

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