There’s an adrenalin rush
Surging through scored veins
On the edge of the abyss
Dripping soul-blood rain
Polyester suit slipping off your broken skin
Swaying with the tug of the cosmic gale
On the crumbling precipice
You stand, flirting with the veil
Torn on the ledge
Wrecked with indecision
Retreat into the grind
Or embrace the depths of your derision?
Down in the fissure
Where there’s no more pain
Crane to hear the promise
Of the orgastically insane
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