On The Verge

I'm on the verge I'm on the point of breaking, I collapse in the pool that is my own crimson, self mutilation... truly disturbed, a mind without rest, thoughts so superb, Your thoughts run laps as your body struggles to walk, emotional pain, now surfacing, You feel it in your bones, you feel it upon your skin. I'm on the verge....but I shall not break, Impenetrable, and unbreakable... words can be said, You may think what you'd like, I cannot be whom you want me to be, I'm only that of crimson, as you can see. A will invincible, only if this was true, No emotions could phase me, I'm half- living proof, I've lived through death, as I have through life, When Its time to go... when Im at that point, I shall embrace Death as a brother, nothing less than a beautiful family reunion.