The Ledge

Emily Jane White

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In this body a brutal beating
There is something caged beneath
Let it down, oh let it down, let it down now
The rope I can't even see

I made up my mind, to take the ledge
Holding onto the wall, at masochisms edge
I made up my mind, in perfect time

Your hand slips
You fall
And take it all

In this body
There is a seeing
And its etched upon the wall
Make it out, make it out, make it out now
For its barely there at all

Across the wide
Bleeding and decay
And there you find, morbidity lays
Made up my mind, in perfect time

And take it all