Beautiful Tragedy

Shaking limbs and unsure hands.

Ice pick at the base of my skull.

Pulsing throb behind my eyes,

purple half moons carved below.

There is such a beautiful,

poetic,

tragedy 

that beckons me to the edge,

testing my mortal self,

seeing how far I can go

before I fall.

I want to be perfect

or nothing at all.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

For some reason, there is an aura of romance attached to tragedy. However, in reality, there is only dead meat and dreams to match. Avoid the edge; it's too easy to lose your balance.

[foxcryptids]

Tragedy can be so addicting that you lose track of what is truly important