When you have just one life to get it all right
would you give it all up in just one night?
The effort, the fighting, the kicking, the biting
illuminating the truth with the most brilliant lighting.
To claim such strong love yet throw such big stones
seem truly a trick and a dead soul's lost moan.
My window has shattered, my heartbeat has stopped.
The blood in my veins and temperature just dropped.
Around me is glass and rusty-grey stones
with a rotten dead pain that roots from the bones.
My life line depleting is a deep red relief,
with a silent mind violent, with a broken belief.
Apologetic to apathetic in no time at all -
wrenching and wounding; the greatest of all falls.