A LIFE OF KNIVES

Upon me, a life of knives

Arose from blinking gold.

Tomorrow's rent and yesterday's car

Roll on the beat of a blur,

A mechanical whir then-

Seven.

Seven.

Then a pair of the sweetest

Blood-red cherries.

 

His heart plunged into its chambers

And hid itself from the horror of horrors

As a thousand thoughts greeted

His longest walk with a hung head.

 

“How can there be so much leisure and laughter

In halls where hearts are carved into halves?

Has the promise of chance

Or love of risk,

Brought a circus joy to this graveyard?”

 

Yesterday's car never drove so smooth,

The bank's house never dealt a night's rest.

In deep waters, he went fishing for sharks

Then returned to balance his life

On the pull of the most alluring levers.

Upon me, a life of knives

Arose from blinking gold.

So I prayed for the men I stabbed

And paid for the life he sold.