now the adventure moves on.
A head bang'in crash, as my cranium came first
as the rear glass met my face at an extremely ugly pace.
Now left scarred, broken with damaged mouth,
had to step back and evaluate my life.
I healed very nicely with a bit of glass floating about
with scar tissued lip.
Which brings us to the addiction, I treat pain,
which may posse me.
It can be a cloud to float on or a deep dark hole,
when you look up it is black, the place as I write is
my favorite place, wallowing on the edge of space.
Between darkness and light, trying not to get cut,
as I slide along the edge of the blade.