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PHANTASMAL STRANDS OF HOPE

Motionless and standing on the edge of the world
Nothing but a mere shadow in the space of time
Line us up and watch us fall, born to die
Everything means nothing, no use trying to define
Envy those who've found their way to their sepulcher
Knowing one awaits me, has since the beginning
Cannot make the sifting sands lay still peacefully
No one can stop the merciless hands of time from spinning
Out of my mind, out of my body, but never quite out of time
Begging for the voiceless watcher to come visit me
On my knees, wordless screams, I lay forsaken from that land
Out of line, out of turn, those motionless eyes do not see
Walking the tight rope that sets up the boundaries
Teetering with every step, not sure what it is I'm fighting for
Ripping apart the skin that houses this thing known only as me
Grasping at phantasmal lines, feeling like life's whore
Never giving into hope, the false security will never conquer me
I lay myself upon the razor's edge to feel myself peel away
Over again, always once more, full circle I try to break
Only to find that I grow back, awaiting demise through slow decay