I sit perched near the edge
....................................of
.......................................the
............................................cliff
attempting to trick my brain into thinking I can fly.



I stare down to the gorge and see something in the sky
mesmerizing reflections from the river, details clouds shaped as my eyes
Wait can I fly? I spread my arms and hope the wind launches me delicately
memory of H.E.R pulsing in my eardrum, sounding so elegantly
tryna detach myself from what is now walking a road of self destruction
I no longer want to live as i witness such a serious health malfunction
there was once a ticking moment on the clock I would of lent H.E.R my heart
used to be a sentence of art, now shes judged on what we spending on cars
a bird glides below the cliff edge I stand on... feels like a change of positions
posters on walls, pictures on milk, because for years shes been missing
screaming! shouting! chains like slaves around the neck are replacing the rhythm
hate is whats driven H.E.R to be soulless when part of her blatantly isnt
if shes dead I have no reason to live, this wait is a prison
Please say that shes missing and no longer playing games with the living
Placing my left foot off the edge of the cliff, I balance like a trapeze act talented
whoring herself, price on her existence, main focus is false image and selling it
I do the opposite of crack, this time I lean forward ... plummet to my demise
loving her is lies, shes fucking with other guys, I wish she was the same..
.................................................. ..............but no one hears my cries