On The Edge

I'm hurrying and I'm scurrying and I'm hiding away
Scuttling through a mossy bog, I'm acting like prey
I sense they are there, for their shadows are coming
So I'm breaking my cover and into a mire I'm running

I'm a man on the edge and I'm abroad in dark places
For I can see their quizzical eyes in their invisible faces
And all their inaudible voices are whispering my name
For they're feeding my real fears, with insanity's claim

I'm squelching my escape through boulders and rocks
I think they're now afar, but I was slow out the blocks
So warily I trundle and stumble until I'm sure I'm alone
And step behind a grey monolith of unbreakable stone

I'm restless and tired after all of my delusional rigours
But before I take respite I espy those peregrine figures
And it feels like a nightmare, or paramnesia at a stretch
For now I'm sat above a precipice and I'm out on the edge

I had to escape from my demons and I think you'd agree
But now I'm clinging to crumbling rocks high above a sea
And I'm holding my breath because my back's against a wall
But I'm losing my grip, oh no, oh fuck! I think I'm gonna f...