Along the edges of my mind
In them I fear what I may find
At the edges. At the edges.
Faces peeking in from shadows
Shadows lingering from the past
Bony fingers, with icy grasp
At the edges. At the edges.
Voices howl out from the heavy mist
The mist that clings so hauntingly
Echoes with voices dauntingly
At the edges. At the edges.
Piercingly, their eyes, watching me
Watching me from sunken sockets
Peering out from long dead pockets
At the edges. At the edges.
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