Threshold of Life

Trusting your rusted roots
In times of insanity,
I wallowed
On the brink of ledges,
Tripping on the final stages
Of humanity.

Your habitual mannerisms
Are only ions of the particles misleading,
Catapulting me over perpendicular edges.

Protesting your manifested reasoning,
Lost in perplexity,
I masqueraded
In patches of peculiar places,
Probing for the safety ropes
Of lesser complexity.

My continual intimidation
Is only atoms of particles proceeding,
Heaving me under your laces.