The Crash The Crash

There’s a burning crash hanging over the edge of a precipice.

Numb to the danger and laughing like a loon.

Don’t you see it?

Don’t you feel the icey wind blowing up from the depths of the bottomless cavern?

You’re tied to a rock but you keep yanking on the rope.

I’m only so strong.

I can’t keep you safe if you pull away too far.

Once you were strong enough to tie your own lifeline.

Don’t fall.

Don’t go!

I can’t reach you at the bottom and I won’t fall with you.