Stop Me . . . !

Stop me before it's too late
Though we may be out of time, darling,
and the end approaches.


I thought I was dreaming,
And I would never hit the ground;
a moment before the world goes dark,
another dawn arrives and you awake.
But always the dawn will save you.
But it turns out, I am wide eyed and alive,
and staring in the mirror, craving release,
This is me, and I am tearing apart,
falling to my doom, with this broken heart.
The ground closes in, my blood runs cold,
my heart burns with the fire of regret of wasted years.


Stop me, before it’s too late.
I think I see the darkness approach, darling.
Or is that you?
Was it always you?


- BD



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Location:Dallas, TX United States