The soft and gentle comfort of a cloud, but it will cut you when you fall through....
Perfect, inviting, lovely, it will tear you apart when you realize what is inside....
False sense of knowing, feeling lost when you can't see through the glare....
The danger is close, not believing in what is hidden....
Bleeding and pain sears your heart and soul...
Searching for Heaven, but instead finding the edge of deceit...
I am the only one that lives and loves in razor-blade clouds.
