Fate slays me,
Dancing on the brim,
Slipping ever nearer to the edge,
And falling into the silver.
Wading through pools of mistrust,
Breath slowing,
And never knowing when the surface will come.
Drawn together at the glistening point
Where life and death flow as one
On both sides of shiny metal,
And concentrate a change
As slices of reality are stripped away,
Wandering forever and land upon the blade.
Frigid truth too cold to ignore
Is blasted at fever pitch,
Breaking through panes of shadows,
And sinking slowly to the back of the mind.
Wishing to rush upon the blade,
In utter glory of feeling the sting.
The crisp icy steel
Pierces the apathetic ties that bind.
As I enter the circle with fear in my heart,
Without love, without trust,
Await the truth that must come,
Rejoice in the sting of the final thrust.
