Philosophy of a Knife

The summer sun burns all within its sight
No wind to dull the cicadas screaming into the blight
All of nature wails its refrain
Unable to grasp how it may be in vain

The light reflects off of a dust covered blade
The last escape from promises left unmade
The spilling of blood will release the soul
So cut in deep and lacerate the whole

The wind whips and whispers its dissent
The sound of the world screaming of loss and lament
Just one path left for those who live by the sword
When earnest pleas for grace will go ignored

A shocking bolt of adrenaline numbs the mind
As the spirit pours out and stains the ground like wine
The burning sun is overwhelmed by a stronger light
As turmoil and doubt overwhelm this last rite

And the blade cuts deeper



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hill
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