By Knife

by flammeusgladius

By Knife

By knife I try to find your angry eyes.
You don’t enjoy the process. Oh, that’s clear!
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

I’d say you’re of a manageable size.
If produce weeps, perhaps you shed a tear.
By knife I try to find your angry eyes,

The ones that see through comfy mortal lies.
In all the patch, were you the most sincere?
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

Would you have rather been the stuff of pies?
Your preferences are nothing now, I fear.
By knife I try to find your angry eyes,

Lit with a fire that’s darkness in disguise.
Can the void that accuses disappear?
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

Are the flame’s whispers not your only cries?
What kind of beast, when you are cut, will cheer?
By knife I try to find your angry eyes.
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

–Tom Riley

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