Rubber Knives (open mic knight)

Jagged edges on rubber knives
It’s hard to tell if I’m out of time
I know I fell I’m in my prime
I know I’ll rise to let you fly

Every thought brings comfort
If my bones shatter let them hold under
You tear skin thinking I’m number
I feel everything that’s felt thunder
The rain in your brain that subsides
All that pain when I’m fixed on your eyes
It’s not apparent that I warrant these reactions
My satisfaction derives from splitting actions
I spent all these days deep in thought
That’s it’s hell that I wrought when I fear getting torn apart
Don’t let me start

Jagged edges on rubber knives
It’s hard to tell if I’m out of time
I know I fell I’m in my prime
I know I’ll rise to let you fly

Heed my warning
If you strike me down you might come up missing
They saw my body my drifting in the channel
I pray you let me float til I hit the gravel
Til my skin starts to peel I’m up here looking down for the sounds that’s reveal
I might slide with my soul
I might die before I’m old
Pull your card before I fold
Show your hand show your mold
I’m a fiend
I mean I want what I want
If it cause you harm then I’m sorry
But I’m not
Shit
I know I’m obnoxious
But I profit off losing hope and darkness
Fuck
This a vicious cycle huh