The Edge of the Blade

It's as sharp and blunt as a kitchen knife. This is life, it cuts,

it hurts, it's cold inside. Feelings come and go like the rain,

but the storm always leaves a stain. Memories linger, they never fade.

A reminder of the choices we've made. It's damage, it's disdain.

A constant reminder of pain. It's the edge of the blade. The sharpest twist

of fate. Where everything's a fight. But nothing feels quite right.

This is life, sharp and cold. A story that's never fully told. It's the end

of the knife. It's the way we survive. It's all just a ladder when