across the razorblades i walk,
woundering whats waiting,
waiting on the other side,
into the looking glass i stair,
woundering what it is ill see,
what its going to show me,
i climb the razor vines,
slitng my wrist as i go,
bleeding so slowly,
i sit at the top of the cliff,
watching the blood flow,
flow downd my hands,
i walk across the firey embers,
burning my feet as i go,
woundering y i go on,
i come across a grave,
in this barren land,
i read the head stone,
this what is said,
we walk across,
across this baren land,
woundering why we do it,
enduring the pain and greif,
just to come to an end,
but we will go on,
we will go on liveing,
untill the very end؟