On the thin dividing line,
a fate space and time cannot define,
as I move I wonder how long I’ll last,
longer than I have in the past?
If I fall it won’t be something completely new,
my stability is no good, it’s true,
watch intently as I do my best,
though it always seems less than the rest.
The edge that intercepted my mind,
the truth to those built on bitter lies is never kind,
when I go down hard it’s not the end,
I’m drawn back again and again.
I want to plea the stop of my task,
yet I am at loss of how to ask,
to continue on and suffer more,
or to leave and close the door?
This is not of my choice anymore as I walk the tallest beams.
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Everything goes wrong as the light begins to fade ...who carries the torch when no fire remains?
"Every word, every thought, every sound
Every touch, every smile, every frown
All the pain we've endured until now
All the hope that I lost, you have found"
-Billy Talent, <i>Surrender</i>
I never had the nerve to ask...
Every touch, every smile, every frown
All the pain we've endured until now
All the hope that I lost, you have found"
-Billy Talent, <i>Surrender</i>
I never had the nerve to ask...