One Cold Blade
Why is it that I press on towards another day?
Forces which have pulled me towards each noon,
Have failed to help me cope.
What is it that I fail to name?
An invisible shield to help me endure.
A net to keep me from crashing yet.
On this night will I take my final stand?
Surviving by the light which I shine alone.
For no light but mine can pierce this wreched dark.
Will this night be the last I die?
My knife is already deep in my back.
Why don't you just push it in a little more.