For Real

Guilty, yet lifeless,
remarkable kindness,
wisdom of power, Triton of fury,
despite your own glory,
as you await to be gory,
a threat to your life,
from the edge of a knife,
through the scary and strife,
blinded by a light,
for a seeking revenge isn't your plight,
its significance holds much more to the sight,
of the outcome enrolled into your fate,
its a deadlocked in stone, an impassable state,
reminding of old memories, your nostalgia is weak,
recordings may vary, words too jumbled to speak,
but wait just one second, your mind will not leak,
though a crevace has arose, and the blood seems to spill,
this isn't the unworthy eternity of will,
so bandage this wound, and take your new skill,
and prevent yourself from causing more harm then you feel,
this is your last offer, just like a meal,
take this seriously now, because now it's for real.