Thursday, 23 July 2009
By Stone Sour
watching the clock turn,
knowing time doesn't exist;
watching the sun set,
knowing god doesn't exist;
infinite and alone,
carved from stone;
just another fading star,
that fell too far
from the moon.
"I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on I won't let go 'til it bleeds." ~Stone Sour: Bother.
dangling from the cliff face,
holding on with nothing but fingertips,
grasping for purchase amongst stoney faced pebbles;
I've already faced the fact that no one's coming to my rescue.
so I strain and I pull, exhausting my efforts,
attempting in vain to pull myself up and over the ledge
where safety and maybe sanity lie hand-in-hand,
but my fingers are bleeding and my knuckles are sore-
I'm tired of fighting to save myself when there's nothing worth saving.