Ledge
out here we all want freedom
in our magically reversed kingdom
of bad ouija secrets from a broken board
a mirror backed call
from madness and dread
i told you about how we would melt
like dummies in a fire
placed upon a dream of purest felt
i was not a tell tale liar
i was right,
in this hell, the heat is getting hotter
in this prison which we call a zoo
i got a present of pearls
and jade stones dedicated to you
but you do not want my jewels
and you do not know what to do
out here we cling to the edge
out here, we are all on the ledge
James Garratt – February to June 1995
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Ledge – Written Between February and June 1995 (Aged 20)
