moment

It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for:
When the sky is drawn and the sun falls
When the wingless bird takes flight
And the morning echoes through the night.

I don’t know if I can make it to the end
I thought the beginning was painful
Yet I haven’t seen a glimpse of amend.

Will I even continue without distraction
Perhaps I’ll fall for the main attraction
Changing from within - false reaction?

Miss the point until it is sharp enough to hurt
Regretting spoken words never rehearsed
Then pierce with an edge that wounds reality
Feeling faint as the blade kills humanity.