The Hilt Or The Blade

Commit crimes against yourself or against others. The decision is not flawed, but merely missing the element of an answer.

I’m tired of forgetting

I’m sick of regret

There is no cure for a conscience

But it is a curse for which I owe a debt

 

I guess this is the tribulation

The punishment I must get

Perhaps I am not dead yet

But my sun is soon to set

 

This life is too long

This world is too cruel

I will choose my own crimes

I refuse to be God’s tool

 

This is fate

Predestined for a rigged life

This is a debate

Between the hilt of blade of the knife

 

I ran away long ago

Yet still I won’t stand

I can only succumb to torture

Pain dealt by my own hand

 

An angel’s blood is just as raw as her tears

Just as my words are as cold as my actions

Pity stumbles to follow the world broken

But only accusations tend to trail behind me

 

Shattered hearts land on shattered glass

Yet comfort is nearby

Any lie you will give trust

Will be the mistake that lets you die

 

Every empty word

Every act of kindness

Comes from an abused mind

That hides in ignorance to fain bliss

 

But whatever you wish to give it name

It is a complex choice of life

Fate lies in this debate

Between the hilt or blade of the knife