Knit one,
Pearl two,
Before my feelings come unglued
Iām waltzing on tight ropes
In a 1-2-3 rhymeĀ
Begging and
Pleading
For it to work this time.
I need solace.
I need peace.
I need a form of some
release that comes,
not in blades,
But in black strings.
Knit one,
Pearl two,
Before my fingers blood the moon.
I'm living with an eschaton
drawn by black and white lines
Searching for a
Reason
it will all turn out fine,
Dotting my teas and
crossing my eyes
Watching thoughts swim in theĀ
ebbing, grey tide;
Waving my heart hello and goodbye,
as it bobbles in water, drawn out by the lies.
Knit one,
Pear two,
Before my soul falls off my shoe.
I'm gulping up the dregs
left by this death-sour wine
Retching andĀ
GaggingĀ
as it detonates the mines,
cooped up inside,
ticking out the time,
piercing through my spine,
exploding the raging fires that have been hastening their blaze.
Maybe I will let them win,
the battle between God and sin.
Knit one,
Pearl two,
bounce your feelings off on me
They'll stick just like glue.
Ā