fragile fingers losing grip
on the foothold of my youth
sliding swiftly through the mire
those slippery slopes of truth
unsure feet are losing pace
stumbling in the crevice
dividing lines of space and time
steps i somehow missed
Burning lungs are skipping breaths
coughing the ash of mistake
and i draw it in like the dregs of my sin
for i perish should i not partake
Blinded eyes are missing signs
that caution to choose a new path
not knowing i slide in the slicks of my pride
and ive lost the chance to turn back
A pumping heart pours blood from my veins
Out the hole that now gapes in my chest
it cannot be sown when its cause lies unknown
Though for years we've done our best
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