You or the knife?
The point digs in,
We clicked,
Slash slash.
We were soaring,
Then we fell,
It tears like tissue.
I fix it, you break it,
I break it, we fix it.
Blood pools.
The kite flies high,
You cut the strings,
It runs down, washing away.
All this precious shit,
The crap we have,
I watch it leave everyday.
Slash Slash.













