Knifes and dagger slice open the air

cuts out every ***** from its body

Rips out the lungs, draws out the wind

fills it in a jar, keeps it safe from the gin


Gas container lids open up

miles deep inside a blue velvet cloth

edges torn and shaved down to skin

drenched in the oil, making it grasp wind


For he who blows up a candle or two

for he who crawls out of the damaged womb

for he who cries out to a greater cause

still broken from its last reprise

but the wind picked up…


For dagger and knifes that open the air

split eyes wide open hoping there is no flare

cause the flare causes a spark

a spark within the air

carried over blue seas

oceans breeze

for the wind touches the spark…


hits the gas lid

blows up the entire mind

causes the soul to find

a new wind they say

too bad that wind is gone

some sick radiation now haunts the air


for the explosions in the sky are too great to compare

too great to stare

too great to float up, to fragile to let down

for the soul has no life

no problem now

I live inside my head

my head is my crown