Our
Whole
Lives
Are made
Of blades.
We couldn't
Live without
Them. It's the
Sharpened steel
Doctors us to bring
Us into our life.
It's the cool metal
That cuts the
Wood to build
Our homes.
We taunt with
blades keeping such deadly weapons in our homes. To cut our food, and groom our faces. But the greatest irony
comes from life itself,
for the very blades we
Use to protect and
Keep our life,
Turned around
Destroy our very
Being and cause
Our lives to bleed
From the fatal wound
Making the end
Harmonize with the beginning