Beautiful Light

I hold a sharp knife in my bare hands A knife so sharp it splits the sands I try to throw it far, but it only expands Each second getting sharper, harder to withstand I take every advise the wise give me Maybe one knows how to help me be free Try to not think about it, some said I do not know If I shall laugh or cry my friend As my thoughts are not why my hands bled red It was the memories I held deep in my chest Memories of a woman who shared the world in my head The memory of her is the sharpest pain I ever felt As it is nothing but a memory, and I am by myself