Collision

It'sComingIt'sComingIt'sComing
The end of the world, or yours and of mine
Can't you feel the hum in your blood?
Can you feel the franTIC beat of a pulse
and the dreading, the waiting, the sheer
SUSPENSE of what's to come?
Can you feel...
The fear?
Sharp and cold, like a blade sliding against your skin?
Can you taste the blood?
Of mine and of yours, the pain that will come with it.
Can you see... my eyes:
The anger, the sadness, the hurt, the weariness?
Finished

I'm on the edge and I'll be pushed no more
This time: it's you who'll be falling