Little Wooden Bridge

Hanging over a thousand lives
Holding up a dozen cries
The space between two worlds

A sea of life flashing under
A pool of terror above
How quickly these can alter
When the bridge begins to break

And I don't know what I'll do
If I fall away from here
And everything that I am
Slips and is pulled away
Whatever it is that waits for me
Is looming everyday

Holding up a battered lie
Carrying all things despised
Within this weary mind

Oh how one small mistake
In the soul of this boot can take us
Toppling into the void

And in all this delight
Is not a single helping hand in sight
My trust grows none anyway
It stands alone upon this ledge

And I think I know what I'll do
When I fall away from here
'Cause everything that I am
Has already rotted away
Not a pin nor Sellotape can hold me together now

Because upon this brow
No sunset meets the gaze
No beauty in the shadow
No warmth, except the fever
Holding inside of me
And reaching to you

And to you, my dearest Cherry
There is nothing you can do
To all the fruits that still breath
Your breaths do nothing more
Than to escape the reaches of my mind
And sink straight through its floor

And when I am done here
No one will ever know
My soul has washed away
With the crimson down the drain

When this nightmare does end
I will only wait again
Until one day someday maybe
I will journey to

That Little Wooden Bridge