Jagged Edge


Jagged Edge Marc Mosko, 1997
Once I walked apart from others, not by choice, though that's what I said. Then I stalked my own dark path, chasing torments and fair dreams. If I'd known what was important, if I could have faced my fear, If I would have asked her sooner, sooner than all the tears. Instead I just tore my flesh, engraving whispers in my ear. Outside the mini-mart, Wednesday 3 am, it was closed and I alone. "No Love" I dragged upon my arm, wishing the feeling could make it real. No love, no more. No more pain, no more love, no more tears. If I could but have said those things, spat my life upon her breast. If I would have just faced myself, this weight I would not wear. When finally known fate determined we must part, one gift did I give her. I hope she still wears those diamonds on her ears.

Jagged Edge
Marc Mosko, 1997

Once I walked apart from others,
not by choice, though that's what I said.
Then I stalked my own dark path,
chasing torments and fair dreams.
If I'd known what was important,
if I could have faced my fear,
If I would have asked her sooner,
sooner than all the tears.
Instead I just tore my flesh,
engraving whispers in my ear.
Outside the mini-mart, Wednesday 3 am,
it was closed and I alone.
"No Love" I dragged upon my arm, wishing
the feeling could make it real.
No love, no more. No more pain,
no more love, no more tears.
If I could but have said those things,
spat my life upon her breast.
If I would have just faced myself,
this weight I would not wear.
When finally known fate determined we
must part, one gift did I give her.
I hope she still wears those diamonds
on her ears.

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