The Razor's Final Hair

In shadows deep, where hope does wane
A world wrapped tight in endless rain
Where tears are ink on pages scarred
Hatred's cruel hand leaves minds marred

The stars above have lost their grace
Their light concealed in dark's embrace
In this realm of sorrow's art
Where joy and laughter swiftly dart

A symphony of sighs, we hear
The lament of souls burdened with fear
In this desolate, forsaken chart
We navigate a broken heart

Beneath the weight of endless despair
The world's a canvas, cold and bare
Colors fade, life's essence depart
Leaving naught but a hollow heart

When heaven and hell are but a hair's width apart