If he fails --
TO STOP
One day --
He'll topple
Over that --
Razor's edge
Into the abyss
That's HIS
Design
Of his life
That chasm
Endless
In its depth
BEGAN --
By obsession
TURNED --
To compulsion
REACHLESS
BOUNDLESS
DARKNESS
Beckoning him
In his own voice
Calling his name
Of his OWN
CREATION
Calling him down
To dance, to die
Explode or implode
It doesn't matter
If he fails --
TO STOP
One day --
He'll topple
Over that --
Razor's edge
Into the abyss
That's HIS.
By Lady Lost
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