well it is about the night in the life of a knife |
As I sit there on the counter top I wait to do my job Cut some chicken, cut some beef Tear apart the lettuce leaves One night a man walked in the room He grabbed me by the hilt I thought, who is this that wields me now And what plans might he have for me tonight? I sit in his hands and listen to his words So hateful so hurting so full of disdain "I am going to kill that cheating bitch tonight" "In another mans arms I saw her sleep" We turned the corner and up the stairs And slowly down the hall He opened the door and slipped right in He flipped on the light to reveal his lovers scorn He raised me up and thrust me down I bit into her flesh with glee What is this I taste as I cut her heart? The warmth and freshness did bring me joy I then was turned and plunged into him His throat I cut with mighty ease I ate his soul with one fine swipe and now its time to finish my job I ripped and tore so many times Her lungs, her throat, her eyes I cut her face I cut her chest When I was done I felt so complete I fall to the floor and bounce all around I finally come to rest under the bed I think to myself what a day this has been What masterful work I have done Now many years later I sit here and wonder Packed away in a bag next to others like myself Was it worth that one night of joy To spend an eternity locked in a room and sitting on this shelf |