Double Edges

He grips the handle of the weapon Wondering if he should keep stepping Stops for a second, and reckons Wondering if he should go through with Something he don't want anything to do with Cause it's hard, living by the edge of the blade He that wants the needle must head in the hay So much last straws, and no last answers Can't find any in none of his stances So he looks for love in one night romances Waltz like a pro with no swing in his dances Searching for the meaning of life While his sword just gleams in the light Praying for an angel while there's only demons in sight Hard pressed to take life, he knows what it's worth But it's now second nature cause he forgot the first And maybe that's why he hurts Cause a samurai's pain is nothing to deal with Issues of the heart compensating the steel with But he still cries, moves flow like rivers of tears Wondering what it feels like to live with the dead Bloodstained hands from his own heart bleeding Fire in his eyes but his soul stopped breathing Needing Something to hold, something to clutch But we know for warriors there is no such Thing, save hate and revenge Mask of silence just to cover the stench Out of non-existence comes the very reason to exist But there's nothing left on the list for him to commit So he gets down on his knees, asking for some god to hear his pleas