edge

I'll fly off the bridge
The barrier will break
And I'll fall all the way
If I follow these curves
Let my eyes drift
I'll lose control
And plummet - I'll fall
I'll fly off the bridge
Leave dust dancing in the sky
As I rush to wards the ground
And cry and scream and burn
But. . .
These curves make me want to fly

Though not a dream
She blurred the edges
Of my vision
Purged my entropy
A soft breeze
On the flesh
Of my fading soul