Raven Storme - Edge of Pain

I wandered through the city’s endless maze,
hiding my steps from the streets of old days.
Chasing echoes down the midnight street,
lost at the crossroads in delta beat.

I caught another sorrow’s flame,
another spark with no true name.
I left them beside my bottle of gin,
restless blues burning deep within.

I danced on the knife’s edge of pain!
Never spelled out, never plain!
Like a kite caught in tangled trees,
snared by shadows, bound with pleas!

I danced on the razor’s rim of ache!
Unvoiced secrets none can fake!
Like a kite snared in cruel despair,
pulled by winds that howl the air!

I circled the city, years gone by,
hiding my footsteps from every eye.
Sidewalks hummed like a blues refrain,
echoes of places carved in rain.

I teetered on the razor’s rim of ache!
Unvoiced secrets none can fake!
Like a kite snared in cruel despair,
pulled by winds that howl the air!

Caught in the blues, chasing fleeting highs,
strings of desire tugging at the skies.
Crossroads calling with a devil’s grin,
pulling me closer, drowning me in sin.

I teetered on the razor’s rim of ache!
Unvoiced secrets none can fake!
Like a kite snared in cruel despair,
pulled by winds that howl the air!

I lingered on the blade’s whisper of grief,
echoing sorrow beyond belief.
I lingered on the blade’s whisper of grief,
like a midnight blues with no relief.