Brass knuckles

I'm white knuckling on the edge 

Of an atmosphere 

Time races by 

I hardly notice 

I swallow my tears in a room 

Full of Jekyll and hydes 

No thought here 

Blinking and talking 

In pattern like hand stitched 

To hell and fire 

I wake up with you 

I sleep with you 

I fight not to fall from this mountain 

I see what lies ahead 

I keep going -to live 

But I feel nothing with out you 

I turn pages and pages 

And write word after word 

I can't escape 

Searching for freedom 

At the same time 

I don't 

Want 

To 

Grasping 

With everything I have 

At the edge of this mountain 

Hanging by a thread 

An atmosphere trying to breathe 

With you 

Gone . 

Watching for the wish 

Of falling stars . 

That you will find this hand reaching 

As I sit on the ledge 

Find me here 

Save me 

Once 

Again