"The sword is sharp both sides you see... it cuts into them.... it cuts into me" my dad's poem seems really true today. seldom am i ever just absolutely so fucking happy that it is friday. The knife is revealed The blade, it glimmers. Angrily, like a Lions tooth. Beware the point. A wound is drawn A word in blood Stitch it tightly Avoid the salt Let noone see Let it fester until the Infection, so terrible, Rips you apart, Infects everyone The bearers of the knives Let it kill them. Let them die alone With guilt on thier heads And blood on thier Hands.