The Edge

Will I ever be able to utterly describe the joy of teetering over the edge?

The slight tingle of your tongue as you mash it against your numbed lips. Words tumble almost listlessly from your mouth as things happen around you and although I know not of the experience of others I know that for me there is a certain amount of doomed passion that seems to poor from my words and spill into the unfitting scene. An excitement flows that I have never quite tapped into without a push. There is a certain pleasure to be found in being numb of mind and a desirable aspect to the idea of transporting away from everything that makes you remember that there are bones beneath this flesh. 

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