Sheath the Blade

His life in the broken blade
Quivering in his boots
Are you yellow boy?
Salty passengers abandon ship
Its harder than he thought
But he presses on

Other kids hope to be astronauts
He hopes not to get caught up
He’s looking for Big Trouble
But he’s so small in the Atlas’ hand
And he’s been cursed by sirens
Singing of love and loss
He’ll pay any cost

But broken blades are short
So he points it somewhere else
Makes a mess of himself
But the blade isn’t done with him
It will bloody his bed
As he was he is dead
Something is missing from his head
It distracts from the red
In his heart and on his sleeve

Its too soon for him to leave
So he leaves broken blades in their sheaths
And climbs up to the leaves
He feels at peace in the trees