Over the Edge
He's toeing the line
He's teetering on the edge
Sanity beckons on one side
And the daring plunge into insanity tempts on the other
Going insane would be easier, he thinks
No decisions
(At least not rational ones)
Would have to be made
And he could be alone
No one to judge him
Ridicule him
Despise him'
He'd merely exist
But why he would do that, he wonders
Why would he, when he's got her
The most perfect creature on the planet
With her long brown-black curls
And her deep brown black eyes
That dazzling smile
Insanity would mean he'd lose her
Forever
His life
His world
His everything
Yes, sanity tempts him more
And he's pulled back over the edge
Sanity means he gets to be hers
And for that, he'll do anything
~littlegirlgonemad~
Author's Note: What a publishing spree! And that too, cliché after cliché! Not a good sign…