The Last Stand
Towering from heights so extreme,
The glance downward is deadly
The fog lurks within reach,
Chills run down without feeling
Screams muffled by mists of time
Same clothes, hair, reeking of wasted chances
Just one more inch to see the end
The sleepless nights, dreaded mornings,
Loathsome years, and misplaced hearts
Neglected from truth and covered with lies,
Each dose of reality falls deeper
The girl in the broken mirror with wet eyes,
Her death stare shatters the glass in rage
Pieces crumbling down like light bricks,
The pathway to the other side is blocked
From the thundering depths below,
The view up top is small
Eyes closed, breathing in the waft of demise,
A distinct sound halts the mind
Thump, thump, not all is lost
Standing weightless at the edge,
Time stops to observe,
The world below is changing.
