Knife

And we can become numb From all of the rum That we can consume In all our doom Just leave it all behind Where it's not easy to find Let's pretend it's not there So we can pretend to not wear As we walk through the thick fog Hoping for a clog So we won't be sucked in With all of the sin That each of us has made Using it as a blade Stabbing each other in the back Is our plan of attack Once, twice, three times and more It's the only thing that's not a bore All the melancholy in our life Was caused by one single knife It was passed around As if it was a crown To each clique Nice and quick Pushed in and pulled out Without a single shout Because we're used to it now It's something we allow We don't known any other way We each fall prey But this is not an excuse It's our abuse And we know it's wrong But we all go along We never think about it We get hit, and we hit But don't you ever wonder What it'd be like without all the thunder? All of this is rife And was caused by one single knife THIS IS MY FIRST POEM ON HERE. DID THE WHOLE SHORT, RUGGED LINES SEEM LIKE A KNIFE TO YOU GUYS? PLEASE COMMENT! :D FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. Courtney