the fear this knife creates is nothing against the empty heart

beating inside my cute outher shell that has created my living hell

send me back to the creation well

let me meet god again

let me have some friends

i want to feel warm and caring again

so take the knife out of my weak hand

and put it near my beating heart

carve into the source of my pain

and keep holding my hands until i see

the land of ethernity

or else im just sitting here alone in my dark room
on my chair with a piece of knife

ready to slice and dice

kill the life off a inocent child