familiarity

na.

one step away from the edge my friend

but don’t look down, this is not pretend,

seems unless you’ve got it all laid out,

you shouldn’t fake pain or jump about---

the place you’ve come, wrought with company,

is one step closer to reality &

if you think that you should stay,

you’d have all requirements for the game---

a stupid smile, all painted on,

by lustful lies & vagabonds,

who walk with hate just neath’ their breath &

hover round you like creeping death---

these ample moments, you think you’ve known,

reveal how much your cover’s blown,

for experience’s not something you receive

if you seek to get cut & never bleed---

but someone, something, as damaged as i,

will be there when you cease to try,

when you’ve given up, when you want to die,

familiar with the tears you cry.