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I’m on the razor’s edge
Of impossibilities
On every road to choose
A hungry devil waits
Caught in the cold
Implacable hands of fate
From this trajectory
I can’t deviate
I’m barely breathing

When the road before
Is too straight and smooth
Through such ease we fall
Into this tender trap
Wisdom comes too late
As a thunder-clap
All our fears and dreams
Cruelly overlap
All mercy leaving

And the chessboard’s cold
As my opponent’s glee
Every choice ahead
Has a price to pay
Too late I see that I
Have been led astray
Here is only night
There’s no break of day
And Hell is seething

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved