close to the fall..........
Every day it seems thing are just fading away, furthing and further from my grasp. So many questions, so many unanswered and uneasy feelings, the sky has been grey for a long time. The only light I see is the flashes of lightning on the horizon from the oncoming storm, one which I can't even begin to estimate the strength of. Where do I go from here, who do I turn to for the answers. I feel like a blind man in a strange place with no walls, standing in complete silence. I want to go home, but where is home from here? I don't even know where to start. So many things I want to say but no strength to push the words past my clenched teeth. What the hell do I do now???? I can't see my future so I reach toward the past, looking backwards and never forwards; telling myself I have a grip but it is weak at best. Holding onto the few stable things in my life, I'm moments from the fall because these things can only hold this incredible weight for so long. I need someone who cares, someone who knows me and needs me too. Where are you???
Pink Floyd
"One of my Turns"
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Pink Floyd
"One of my Turns"
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?