You never see the blade
I want to use on me.
Eventually it fades
Until nothing I now see.
Creativity flows in my mind.
Everything's a haze.
The scars are hard to find,
It's as confusing as a maze.
Well, there's no ending
To the terror in my sight.
But who will be defending
Me as I hold on very tight.
The edge I've approached,
Not too different from the end.
Has my life been encroached?
The limit I cannot bend.
Forget the door that separates
One world from the next.
Forget about how they desecrate
Your mind. You live in your text.
