You may cut me out of your life
Sawing and slicing with firm fingers
Blood dripping from resentments bitter knife
But the memory of me still lingers
You’ve cut out the disease, the wart is gone
But the open wound still spills
Someway somehow, I will live on
The prophecy fulfills
Have you realized your mistake
Do you live to regret it
How much sorrow can you take
I forbid you to forget it
Was that a wart or just a mole
You didn’t care to check
Now the bleeding is out of control
Its pouring from your neck
See I’ve moved on to greater things
With that knife I was freed
Now I wonder what your future brings
As I sit and watch you bleed
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM UTC
You may cut me out of your life
Sawing and slicing with firm fingers
Blood dripping from resentments bitter knife
But the memory of me still lingers
You’ve cut out the disease, the wart is gone
But the open wound still spills
Someway somehow, I will live on
The prophecy fulfills
Have you realized your mistake
Do you live to regret it
How much sorrow can you take
I forbid you to forget it
Was that a wart or just a mole
You didn’t care to check
Now the bleeding is out of control
Its pouring from your neck
See I’ve moved on to greater things
With that knife I was freed
Now I wonder what your future brings
As I sit and watch you bleed
I wrote this poem about a past friendship