Mr. Knife

Reverend

Dug myself out my own grave

Now I’m in the bathroom

Like Michael

Cold like a icicle

But I need hope soon

Frozen stares

Frozen eyes

I don’t even blame why

So I get out my backpack

Pull out my friend

Mr. Knife

 

Mr. Knife gives me warmth

Mr. Knife gives me comfort

Mr. Knife makes me safe

Mr. Knife, how do you do sir?

On this fine evening

Me, I’m crying my eyes out

But I feel a little numb

So at least I’m not dumb

But at this point I’m done

So I’m glad I got your company

Your embrace is my peace

Life without you is so numb to me

But I got a pulse

And it’s all over the floor

And I’ll clean it up later

I ain’t an attention whore

 

Red Red Red

My backs battered and dead

I’m so totes fine

Tho my thighs are in dread

I walk with a limp

People just think I’m gay

I look like a simp

So people I’m okay

That’s my normal

My back has holes in it

But I’m normal

Trust me

 

Ain’t no one do that

But no one's got the time to care

For some kid walking round

Being all mentally impaired

So their look at me funny

As I sink in my chair

Because my wounds are untamed

Can’t be bleeding again

Like I’m on my period

Of times feels so like

14 years long

Trapped in here

Scarlett all over the sink

Scarlet in my eyes

But it’s fine

The pain and gushing

Will stop

Some time

 

Mr. Knife

I ain’t feel so good

My body’s feeling dizzy

My head is feeling tipsy

But now it’s on the floor

Now I lay on the tile

Mr. Knife, my new wife 

My heads out for miles

I’ll just rest

For a bit

I’ll wake up soon

I hope

See you in a bit

Mr. Knife

  • Author: Reverend (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2025 05:46
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