The Ledge - Emily Jane White

In this body a brutal beating

There is something caged beneath

Let it down, oh let it down, let it down now

The rope I can’t even see

I made up my mind, to take the ledge

Holding onto the wall, at masochisms edge

I made up my mind, in perfect time

In this body

There is a seeing

And its etched upon the wall

Make it out, make it out, make it out now

For its barely there at all

Across the wide

Bleeding and decay

And there you find, morbidity lays

Made up my mind in perfect time