Edge of reality
What’s back there in the shadows?
Beyond the edge of reality .
I’ve heard hissing, and ive heard growling,
But far to scared to go and see .
I know the fabric of this existence,
Is as thin as a pulpers dream .
It could be gone, in just an instant,
Carried away on a lovers scream .
I think what’s there is unfullfillment,
Kept in a brain of a damaged child .
Locked in a vault of bars and cement,
For those times it’s running wild .
It’s all monitored at a central station .
a faceless clock upon each wall .
The switchboards are always flashing,
But no ones there to direct your call .
So it continues, day to night, and night to day,
In the distance, in the darkness,
One blind artist throwing clay .
Molding, what’s to be the future,
To the ovens with are past .
Soon there will be a rupture,
Then the fabric shall collapse .
No more hiding, what been hidden,
Good and bad now crystal clear .
Started with a vision,
That ended, with but one tear .
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