I often rhyme knife with life
Two opposite forces, upon my front doorsteps
Great things come, but then where from?
Poetry about poetry, is it even worth a see?
Tonight, I remember where I came from
Tonight, I let it get to me.
Followed by a quiet, silver hum,
And the spike of pain that I will be
I'm a little bit addicted, but I ran away one time
It took me two weeks to realize the fact
But I found out that two weeks is not being fine
No matter the words I say or how I do act
I cut after days, and then days after that
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
I often rhyme knife with life
Two opposite forces, upon my front doorsteps
Great things come, but then where from?
Poetry about poetry, is it even worth a see?
Tonight, I remember where I came from
Tonight, I let it get to me.
Followed by a quiet, silver hum,
And the spike of pain that I will be
I'm a little bit addicted, but I ran away one time
It took me two weeks to realize the fact
But I found out that two weeks is not being fine
No matter the words I say or how I do act
I cut after days, and then days after that
