Spoken Word

Is this not a fatal endeavour
Weighting the options i have left

It’s not a total failure to have had one’s share of hefty foothold

When even the steadiest of hands seems to lose it’s grip
Take a hold of what you can
When a spoken word swings it’s blade
It’s a mistake not to give in

Leaning to the edge, I’m afraid, afraid i’ll go over
Over to where it’s all colder

So I let the fear prevail
Guide my way
I must be going insane to think that I’m falling tonight