Formatting a better place

Walk on this line while holding your arms out
Make sure they see all of you,
This may work if you keep going
Only time will tell.
Traces of the soul will latch to the owner
Never letting go, never easing off.
Who knows when this grip will release.
The line is coming closer than expected
A sudden force compels and retracts
The ground is met and blood starts showing
This feeling is familiar in some way
Scraping the veins of fear
Anger and frustration fuels everything
When will this system begin to meltdown?
The trough is filling,
The line comes to an end.
They've seen it all.
They want more than that.
They've always wanted more.