On The Edge

I'm hurrying and I'm scurrying and I'm hiding away

Scuttling through a mossy bog, I'm acting like prey

I sense they are there, for their shadows are coming

So I'm breaking my cover and into a mire I'm running

I'm a man on the edge and I'm abroad in dark places

For I can see their quizzical eyes in their invisible faces

And all their inaudible voices are whispering my name

For they're feeding my real fears, with insanity's claim

I'm squelching my escape through boulders and rocks

I think they're now afar, but I was slow out the blocks

So warily I trundle and stumble until I'm sure I'm alone

And step behind a grey monolith of unbreakable stone

I'm restless and tired after all of my delusional rigours

But before I take respite I espy those peregrine figures

And it feels like a nightmare, or paramnesia at a stretch

For now I'm sat above a precipice and I'm out on the edge

I had to escape from my demons and I think you'd agree

But now I'm clinging to crumbling rocks high above a sea

And I'm holding my breath because my back's against a wall

But I'm losing my grip; oh no, oh fuck! I think I'm gonna f...