My version,
Of a midnight mass –
Sitting upon the edge,
Of oblivion.
Black on black.
Legs dangling,
Kicking to & fro.
Grinning at the void.
Smiling at abyss.
Flirting with an old dance partner,
Death herself.
My most forbidden romance.
Only one that seems to stick around.
Maybe I’m the broken one.
Maybe I’m The Broken One.
