The Last Line Testo

sometimes it hurts just to open my eyes with these pains inside as my ashes, turn to the wind turning my tears off open and shut cases, like books on dusty shelves cut and burn, phases for all my ups and downs it's time to level this plateau i lay down to rest i swear i'm not retreating scissors, top drawer on the right mindless to life's petty fights razor burn hurts, but this hurts so much more no more notes, notes no more. rocks to break the glass we take faces that shatter nothing else matters holding on to nothing until... somthing comes along decisions to make about what's at stake the claims seem much too high this is the last time there's nothing to hold on to this is the last line when was sight lost? when was life lost? when has the night gone? when will my day come? where is my landmark? where does the line start? where does my heart stop?