So once more you walk on the thin poles of reality
Hoping never to fall beneath
Not know what lies behind
Just knowing the pain that you breathe

The every thought that flows through darkness
Plunges at you ready to push you in
To take you in
But you won’t let them

You have to move on
You have to feel the pain
Of all of this reality
Even though scars are only to gain

You will make it
Tip toeing through this life
Hoping not the fall beyond
Hope, its next name is the knife

It is your hope
For every once in a while when you slip slightly
You need something to keep you sane
So the knife turns into you best friend and you press it lightly against
your skin

You know that you will bleed
You know that you will live
To see the tortures of tomorrow
You want your only soul to give

But you can’t give up now,
Put the knife away
Save it for tomorrow
another torturing day

And again you can walk on the poles of reality beneath your feet
Not knowing what is behind
Only knowing
The pain you breathe

 
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