The Razors Edge Poem by Justin Long

Dripping in a red abyss
Color is red- ALL RED! - nothing
But.
Red. Red. Red.

It rips, and tears, it snares
The soul begins to melt
Begins to send out SOS flares
Begging for a light in the darkness surrounding
The gravity of the situation compounding
Suffocating the flame
Ceased to burn.
Turned to ash.
Maybe It's time to learn
The feeling of losing
The infinite spiritual burn
The beginning of living humbly
The satisfaction gained
Weighed against the price,
The pain
The fame.
It's stifling I'm quite possibly
Going- INSANE! -
What's gotten into my brain?
Am I a duck gone lame? ..

Am I me because it's mine or am I
Wasting precious- PRECIOUS! - time? ..

Pouring in a red abyss
Color is overwhelming- RED BRIGHT RED! - nothing
But the (red)
(Coursing)
(Sea of (red))
Pain(river(red!))

Now the soul lies wasting
The relationship follows
In eternal misery does he
So painfully wallow
(Red(red)) RED
So frightened of the rain running
(Red(Red)) SO- RED- !
So tired of fleeing washed over
With dread
With feet that so lightly seem to tread
A path of discourse along the
Branded path of lesser travels.

Oceans in a red abyss
Color is suffocating me under gallons of
(Red(Red)) RED
I am slowly watching myself die and it is
Peaceful.
Relieving.
I know I no longer have to worry anymore.
The loss off the fear of the inevitable journey,
The grand transformation, the relinquishment of all that is
(Red(Red)) RED
Yourself.
The
Loss
Of
Oxygen
Is
Killing
Me
And for the first time in a long time I crack a real smile because I know.
Rest- Sweet- Sweet! - rest
(Red(Red)) RED
Will soon be the prize.

Sleep.
Slept.
Crept up on by
Death.
Reaped
The
Rain from the rainbow.
The color from all but that which is- RED! - !
(Red(Red)) RED

Red.