Underground_Network
June 28th, 2008, 01:13 PM
Standing on the edge,
Never giving in,
Never giving up,
But not holding on.
Trying so hard not to fail,
But not trying hard enough to succeed,
Working for the sake of living,
Not working for the sake of enjoying life.
Slipping off the edge,
Grabbing a hold of a mysterious hand,
The hand entrenched in darkness,
The hand as black as ash.
Can't see, can't feel, can't hear,
But can smell the malodorous,
Intoxicating perfume of despair,
Of pain and rage and anger.
You let go of the hand,
You land on solid ground,
But the earth, its unstable,
And yet you walk away
But when it hurts to walk,
You know it is time to stop,
Yet you can't stop,
Without proceeding to think.
And to proceed is to go on,
And if you are to stop,
Proceeding is not an option,
Thus we reach an endless cycle.
And oh we think too hard when we don't need to,
And we don't think at all when it's a must,
We try our hardest, when we're destined to fail,
We don't try at all, when it's supposed to come easy.
So I guess you have discovered that
The end is unreachable,
The end is a destination,
But you will not find it, you cannot find it.
The ground beneath your feet disintegrates,
You fall until you hit the rough terrain below you
And now blood pours out of your skull,
Like water out of a running faucet.
You have achieved death,
But you have not reached the end,
You have given up despite not giving up,
You have given in despite not giving in.
You have continued the endless cycle
That is life and death,
But all you have done is proven the obvious,
That one thing is greater than the human mind,
Fate.
Never giving in,
Never giving up,
But not holding on.
Trying so hard not to fail,
But not trying hard enough to succeed,
Working for the sake of living,
Not working for the sake of enjoying life.
Slipping off the edge,
Grabbing a hold of a mysterious hand,
The hand entrenched in darkness,
The hand as black as ash.
Can't see, can't feel, can't hear,
But can smell the malodorous,
Intoxicating perfume of despair,
Of pain and rage and anger.
You let go of the hand,
You land on solid ground,
But the earth, its unstable,
And yet you walk away
But when it hurts to walk,
You know it is time to stop,
Yet you can't stop,
Without proceeding to think.
And to proceed is to go on,
And if you are to stop,
Proceeding is not an option,
Thus we reach an endless cycle.
And oh we think too hard when we don't need to,
And we don't think at all when it's a must,
We try our hardest, when we're destined to fail,
We don't try at all, when it's supposed to come easy.
So I guess you have discovered that
The end is unreachable,
The end is a destination,
But you will not find it, you cannot find it.
The ground beneath your feet disintegrates,
You fall until you hit the rough terrain below you
And now blood pours out of your skull,
Like water out of a running faucet.
You have achieved death,
But you have not reached the end,
You have given up despite not giving up,
You have given in despite not giving in.
You have continued the endless cycle
That is life and death,
But all you have done is proven the obvious,
That one thing is greater than the human mind,
Fate.