Seeing is said to make one believe
But how can you
If you do not look
At, around and straight to
Ignore its existence

If I fell before you
Would you hold me?
Or is the shimmer of
Forgotten times masking my fall

Your frozen gaze
Chills my mind
Burning my soul

As I am cut and slashed
By this ever jail

Ignoring the cliff won't break your fall
The right of passage does not necessarily
Lay in flames

Stop... I beg you
Steer not of life
But neither from death
One maintains the other
So it is said, and so it is written