Mirror's Edge

I wrote "hope is fading"

I'm in the bed.

Wont go to Satan.

In my head meditating, inner dead, cause I'm at the Mirror's Edge.

Celebrating the fact I'm nearing the ledge.

Hearing the pledge, fearing that I'm clearing the hedge.

Cheering then veering left.

I'm steering then peering West.

Stressed that I'm blessed with 'a gift.

Depressed that I'm obsessed with 'a shift.

I exist to be 'a lyricist.

I insist to be delirious.

I resist to be imperious.

Mysterious at the Mirror's Edge.