What is life like?
To me it’s like sliding down the sharp edge of a knife,
That’s what life’s like,
Sliding into the darkness, into the unknown,
Full of hate and sorrow and a colourless glow,
Full of ups and downs,
Like being tied to a rubber band,
Backwards and forwards never reaching your goal,
But losing your soul,
Thinking, always thinking,
Mind racing always misplacing,
Never ending, road always bending,
Never straight forward, that’s life,
That’s what life is really like,
Like sliding down the sharp edge of a knife,
Will you reach the end in one piece or more?
Life’s a colourless glow,
Ebbing,
Subsiding,
Dividing,
Lying,
Crying,
And finally dying.
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