Under the Bridge

From here I can see the windows reflecting the waning light
Those damned windows look far to much like eyes from here
I watch the polluted waters underneath me as they seem to ignite
My view from atop this relic begins to disappear

I can feel the rust gather under my nails as I lean over the edge
Palms flat on the railing, feet lifted from the ground as I defy gravity
Stare straight down from this weakening ledge
Fantasizing about that thick black water engulfing me

Rain eats away the iron and it gives beneath me
Soundlessly slip beneath the surface and hide away where you can't see me

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