The Last Rock I Could Find
Cornered and broken, I refused to die on my knees. It wasn't a plan, just one last stubborn, broken dance: the absolute refusal to give up. It's the moment everything finally turned.
The chase is done, the hunt is over
No final prayer, no lucky clover
A shattered leg, a ruined arm
A final, cold, and broken charm
He stands above me, breathing slow
The last damn place I'll ever go
The end of every road I've run
Beneath a cold and dying sun
But I will not die on my knees!
I will not beg, I will not appease!
There's one last fight, there's one last chance
A final, broken, bloody dance!
My hand closes on stone and grit
This is the end, and I am it!
The last rock I could find on earth
To prove my last breath has some worth!
My vision blurs with sweat and blood
I'm drowning in a crimson flood
My lungs on fire, my muscles scream
The final moments of the dream
He lowers his head, a hateful grin
To let the final act begin
No mercy in those burning eyes
Just hunger, hate, and ancient lies
But I will not die on my knees!
I will not beg, I will not appease!
There's one last fight, there's one last chance
A final, broken, bloody dance!
My hand closes on stone and grit
This is the end, and I am it!
The last rock I could find on earth
To prove my last breath has some worth!
He leaps
Time sleeps
The whole world weeps
A promise that the shadow keeps
My arm is fire, bone, and wire
A final, burning funeral pyre!
I swing the rock, a final prayer
And meet his eyes in the frozen air!
A flash of white!
A crack of light!
And endless, goddamn, silent night