Futile Attempts

One more step, one more line,
one more attempt, one more push
And it was one more of everything.
Hanging in there,
it felt like a start-over

Here were my futile attempts,
to hold the wind in my hand,
to make the time stop,
to hold on to that slipping hand
to deny the inevitable

I have now lost my mind
oh what does not kill you just makes you stranger.
I wouldn't recognize me anymore.
Those eyes that shone bright once,
now echos emptiness, here are my blue words
to those lost rush, breathlessness, madness
now the silence has befallen.

Dripping are those warm blood,
burning are the chest and throat,
blank stares at the oblivion,
I hold hands to pull you up,
I slip further down with you,
just hang in there a moment longer,
futile they may be those attempts,
finding cure to this insatiable hunger