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Limit Break
The blood inside it pumping
My brain is burning dry
I've been doing nothing but stumble
And wasting precious time.
Balled up fists, constant rageoholic fits
Looking in the mirror to fucking see
If I should just hold on or quit
What I should and shouldn't be...
You can push someone so far
But sooner or later, they'll push back.
Arise blindly from the bitter dark
Standing my ground until I collapse.
The blinding raging tears
The mistrust, anger and fears.
Of what tomorrow is to bring, pain perhaps
I must walk this path and not look back...
The cold bitter taste
The feelings of pitiful disgrace.
A blind foolish mistake
Leaving tear stains on my face.
Displaced, falling faster
Wishing for the pain to fucking fade.
Dissapear and crumble within
Reaching the point of uncontrollable limit break...
For some reason... with every stanza I saw a clock in my mind, sticking violently. The imagery that this pertains to is incredible. Each stanza has its own story -- its own meaning. Truly, well done.