We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back
it came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives.
Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other
This is between me and this blade, and my heart.
Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters
with a directional diagram of a guilty heart.
"Insert Knife Here"
Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic
Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart.
With our eyes rolled back.