Razor's Edge

Step by step we wander in the gloom,

Dreams adrift within a thinning room.

Hushed whispers drift upon the air—

Where lifeless hopes seem unaware.

Each heartbeat feels so out of place,

In heavy souls, a dark embrace.

Eyes that search in vain for light,

Drifting lost in a chaotic night.

Living on the razor’s edge,

One step away from the abyss.

Clinging to threads that have grown frayed,

As deadened dreams in silence fade.

Echoed cries haunt the midnight air,

Lonely battles succumb to fear.

Desperation softly begs its plea—

Is this all we’re meant to be?

Beneath the weeping, somber skies,

Depression crawls with no disguise.

The burden, harsh, a weighty load,

On this lonesome, winding road.

Yet still we march with heads held high,

Even as our dreams run dry.

In the end, alone we face the unknown—

We press ahead, though no one's home.