Knives

The whispers in your ears

are screams that I can hear

The knives couldn't be sharper,

because they cut right through

flesh and skin

The darkness couldn't get any darker,

because I know you're blinded in your misery.

I'll stay quiet and I'll still stay quiet,

only then can I hear your miserable cries

The wounds you caused me, just as thick as your lies

as vivid and clear as the drops of venom at the corners of your eyes

Burying me deep down isn't going to keep me there

I can come back from the dead and soon I'll be everywhere