but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."

I forgot
To try
So easy to hide
Behind a vail
Such beautiful shadows
I carry every moment
Which were never mine
The steps
I never took
Have made me tired

No one stays forever:
Friend leaves,
Love deceives,
And pain repeats...

When all is said and done
No need to hide or run
You tried your best
The best of you
What is done
Is done

I invite the cold inside my room
this november rain
missing you hurts

come into my world
let's stay in wonderland

my hands are falling off
I can't hear the sound
thinking about you is the worst

leaving first
you won't stay
loving you hurts

I look up above the trees,
and it might be because I'm high,
but the stars sparkle like a million possibilities,
exploding across the sky.