Welcome to my soul

A gray and tortured thing

Balanced on a razors edge

Over the 2 deep pits that is the soul’s domain

To my left the obsidian pit of darkness

A dark and foul place were all the sins

Of man reside�? waiting to be reborn

A place that would consume my soul whole

If ever I should miss step

On this razors edge

But also a place of warmth,

A place that offers comfort�?/P>

offers freedom from all restraint

offers a place…were no sin can exist

For how can a place so dark

Condemn anything as evil

To my right a pit of pure light

Of goodness

Of human decency

No evil can exist her

For there is not shadow there

for it to grow in

But also a place of harsh judgments

Of unwavering and ever watching eyes

A place of such purity

That my soul would burn to but the smallest speck

Should my foot waver and lead me to its side

So instead…here I am

Balanced between one oblivion

And the very next

Walking this sharp road

Towards a place on the distant horizon

A place of tranquility

A place of balance

A place that I fear I will never reach

But a place that I will forever strive to go

Blindly placing one foot in front of the other

Ever walking towards that place

Along this razors edge

As countless angel and Countless devils

Try to push me to my death

As I walk this razors edge

My skin burns as each fiery blow lands

And my mind aches as Shockwaves ripple across its surface

Each bringing it’s own feeling

It’s own sensation

it’s own�?little blade of raw emotion

each ripple tearing through my soul

and I feel my strength slipping

ebbing

slowly fading with each passing second

and the horizon

my destination

that distant place that I try to reach

grows never closer

always just with in reach

but never truly obtained

and remaining forever distant

as I walk this razors edge

 

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