~silence Isn'T Always Golden~ Poem by E Nigma

I've often felt unnoticed
Until I fell on suicides side of the wall
She whispered darkened secrets
Said she would be my guide

A crooked path she's woven
A web into a razors edge, defined
At the ledge and looking over
I dove in so I could climb

I feel invincible
Passed a mirror, invisible
I've walked between the lines
A deadly life defined

A ghost without a grave
A Nameless face, masked in pain
The pendulum swings over
A tightrope without a net

Time ticks away like the bomb
Hidden within my chest beating
Me with thoughts I behest
What's to follow, obedience

Weakness demands strength
Her aim is to please
Gripping hold of my indulgence
I showed her why she should've never
Spoke my name