Beautiful Light
I hold a sharp knife in my bare hands
A knife so sharp it splits the sands
I try to throw it far, but it only expands
Each second getting sharper, harder to withstand
I take every advise the wise give me
Maybe one knows how to help me be free
Try to not think about it, some said
I do not know If I shall laugh or cry my friend
As my thoughts are not why my hands bled red
It was the memories I held deep in my chest
Memories of a woman who shared the world in my head
The memory of her is the sharpest pain I ever felt
As it is nothing but a memory, and I am by myself
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