With a Blade of a Knife

A tragedy wedged

Into an innocent mind

Trying to find the answer

Why they all stood blind

With surgical precision

They abort all hope

In lack of intervention

They hand you the rope

Underneath the surface of pale unspoiled skin

Dwells the human waste deep within

Under the impression of living a life

Searching for an answer with the blade of a knife

Repressed memories

Of a life you should know

Buried with your ruined soul

Burnt not king ago

This mental incision

Infected by their filth

With maculate intentions

They violate, what you have built