The Edge

Whoever said these 

Blood stained hands 

Can never breathe 

This beating heart 

Balancing so still 

On a window's edge 

In the dead of winter

Stroking their shallow souls 

With sharpened blades 

Rain the fury upon them 

Chasing lightening 

In the wind 

Never broken

Icey cold 

Written truth 

On the tattered pages 

Of a fairy tale-