The day's knives cut and stab and poke and prod...and laugh!...they're alive those knives, those constant knives...those constant shovings that just shave and share...how bare I always am!...Always with those constant...knives, I swear!....I can breath but metal, I can think but metal...cold hard steal wrapped in leather, my skin...always teasing my release but the knives persist like a splinter, a prisoner...it stays, my thoughts, my mind...it just stabs...it always stabs...forever I stab...I just jerk and seize..till I, life...stop, i plead!...just leave...please....but it just stabs and stabs and stabs and stabs...and stabs...
