With leather clad hands
and old plastic sheets
he makes up the reasons
for the people he meets.
They'll feel nothing's wrong
for he sings a sweet song
where false promises are made
with a smile from a blade.
And on a cold knife night
he'll extinguish their light
as they struggle for air,
for their pain
is longer than
the chair.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
With leather clad hands
and old plastic sheets
he makes up the reasons
for the people he meets.
They'll feel nothing's wrong
for he sings a sweet song
where false promises are made
with a smile from a blade.
And on a cold knife night
he'll extinguish their light
as they struggle for air,
for their pain
is longer than
the chair.
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