Edge of the Knife
I am not unwanted anymore,
that time has passed for me
but still I find no love
except what my brothers give thee.
I turn around again,
and I fall to my knees
just a keeper of lost souls,
there is no longer a me.
I do not feel alone,
yet I do not feel complete
something stirs inside
and a light is shown to me.
I walk along the edge of a knife
one swipe of the blade,
can switch our perfect balance
to either side.
I feel something growing
it threatens to ruin everything,
just do not tip the balance a voice warns
so with my heart and soul I begin to sing.
I call out to myself
to whatever is deep within,
I can only hope it does not control
until my dying end.