Knives

Fl-flu-flutter
flutta.
now i see openly.
now i am open
leave me.
this iris will rain down
on your carnival,
like how the knives
you sold my life
dig in my eyes.
INSIDE.
and i see you wide.
In your directors chair
thinkin you're awl wise.
you took the pencil from my ear,
from beneath my hair.
now you see me true
as i been to you.
and you think its not fair.
now i've got you in my stare.
see how it was for me
all hell rise, i don't care.

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