Knives loose
And a cut truce
Well lovers take time
Heartbreak snaps your neck like a noose
I'm staring at the dark
And it's pitch black
I wouldn't be scared
But it stared right back
And I'm running wild
A free child
Taken by the evil
Innocense defiled
Well I'm happy to know that you'll be right back
Got a little worried
"That right?"
That's a fact
I'm walking home late
Half past eleven
Woke up in a ditch
Around about seven
And I don't know what happened to me
But I look dirt poor
I'm a sight to see
And my clothes stink of liquor
And I don't know what for
Wicked words come seething from folk
Even got side eye from a man that took a toke
Well red eyes and a bloodshot soul
Found him the next day, dead, blood run cold
Well there was knives loose
And a cut truce
A couple a thugs done time
And their boss named Bruce
There was no time
Not a chance
Couldn't get away
Couldn't even move my legs if I tried anyway
Well they cut me down
Slick blood like water
In it I could have sworn, instead of me, I saw the reflection of my own mother
My eyes glazed over and then rolled back
My tongue felt thick and dry and cracked
I just wanted water
"That right?"
That's a fact
The paramedics came just in time
Feeling like a loser still stuck in the game; lost in the grind
But when I felt the needle graze past
Went right in me and then peace was easy to find
Well I survived my ordeal that much is true
But couldn't have done it without any of you
Because there was knives loose
And a cut truce
A little bit of blood
And hell cut the noose
I'm living my life
I don't put up a fight
"Thats a fact?"
That's right
YOU ARE READING
Papercut Souls
Poetry~My hearts sick and bruised My souls paper thin You can make me bleed with just a flick of my skin~ This ones a blast. That much I know... but I wrote it... So who am I to say so? With love, David Yager
