Razor Edge

Standing on the razor edge everywhere I look all that I can see are reflections; flawed. How do I find the volume to speak when it is volume that has caused this storm? Bathed in ice, I wish there were words that could construct your forgiveness. Shadowy doses of regret clog my arteries, catch in my pulse. I wish I held in my bleeding hands the answer, the means to change what I've done. And I know that these tears are only going to fall with me but never leave me clean. If I could only convey these needles inside me maybe you'd see the truth in my footsteps. But who am I to chalk arrows on your path? I have only an umbrella of words for shelter. Words; my weakness. All that is left as I balance here is hope and even that is a switch far from the pieces left of me. You have no water to swallow those 5 letters so I'll understand if you choke. In this place where vocabulary riots, all I can offer you is sorry.