Balance

One more step and it'll all be over
She's standing on the edge, many hours from being sober,
A thousand thoughts run through her weathered mind
She watches them pass, picking the ones most unkind.

She feels evaporating inhibition with a generous sprinkling of fear
With unbearable anger in every drop of her tear
To emotions of loving vengeance, her self plays host
'If I take this one step, it will hurt him the most.

I want him to burn in the fires of guilt till the end
Past pestilence, confession and any amend
What if this kills him too & he follows me to the beyond, I can't be sure
There's nobody I have ever loved more'

There's two of her fighting with each other for life & knife
The breezy night and reeky alcohol keep her in constant strife
'In either case we shall be consumed by our own decadence'
One foot on the ledge and one in the air, it's all now a question of "balance"