Wield Your Knife


Eloquently, you put me down.
Place me six feet under
Without even uttering a sound
Despite my opposition to your position
it goes on and on
I am a misjudged character
so flawed
Then life moves and its all a blur
what you are
who you were
who you’ll never be.
Be my noise
compliment my sound proof mind
Turn away from the love sick
just be ill on your own
Then you’ll see if you can make it

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