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End of my rope
Sitting in the dark
I’m at the end of my rope
my matchbook has all but burned out
I don’t know how long I can hold on
but I’m sure the fall will kill me
its only a matter of time before my grip gives way
and I fall into the abyss below
will I fall for eternity
or will I meet the ground
I’m hallucinating I see demons all around
ghosts of drunken mistakes
as I ponder the past
my last match goes out
my hands go numb
I let go.
I’m at the end of my rope
my matchbook has all but burned out
I don’t know how long I can hold on
but I’m sure the fall will kill me
its only a matter of time before my grip gives way
and I fall into the abyss below
will I fall for eternity
or will I meet the ground
I’m hallucinating I see demons all around
ghosts of drunken mistakes
as I ponder the past
my last match goes out
my hands go numb
I let go.
Published 8th Oct 2013
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