Reality

You never know when life is creeping

While your sleeping it homes you

When your eating it grows you

When you try to break bad it owns you

You bleed from the blade life lunged into you

Wounded you limp for the EASY way to take the blade out

Some people grab the blade and dig for the soul 

Reach the soul and carve their heart hoping to find more

Most people end their lives with a single stroke

Now

Life is wasted and so is a life