I feel myself in the edge.
In all ways,
and in all corners,
Everywhere I look,
I just see and feel edges.
I've been walking for miles,
In the sharp edge of a blade,
And these miles becomes days,
and Days becomes years,
And all of that become me,
my life, myself.
Sometimes I feel like jumping,
But I'm not brave enough.
I just want to walk in peace,
Look at the horizon and see something,
Some light, some goal, some pleasure.
I'm done with walking so much,
In such place so sharp.
My feet and all my soul,
Bleed, day by day.
I know that I need to keep walking.
But I bleed so much,
that at each step,
I feel less myself.
I need to keep walking,
I know,
But walk is bleed,
And my blood is me,
Walking, surviving,
Is trade blood by days.
And I don't know how much blood I have left.
In all ways,
and in all corners,
Everywhere I look,
I just see and feel edges.
I've been walking for miles,
In the sharp edge of a blade,
And these miles becomes days,
and Days becomes years,
And all of that become me,
my life, myself.
Sometimes I feel like jumping,
But I'm not brave enough.
I just want to walk in peace,
Look at the horizon and see something,
Some light, some goal, some pleasure.
I'm done with walking so much,
In such place so sharp.
My feet and all my soul,
Bleed, day by day.
I know that I need to keep walking.
But I bleed so much,
that at each step,
I feel less myself.
I need to keep walking,
I know,
But walk is bleed,
And my blood is me,
Walking, surviving,
Is trade blood by days.
And I don't know how much blood I have left.
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