But Knife's Still In Me
No matter in back or in chest the knife
does stub to take off your careless life
To push you in bottomless deep, I guess,
And only just hope in the sky can bless
like star, here's the deep too truly,
I’m asking I am not fooling:
Who doomed me to infinite life and death
to fall without will and to crawl upstairs,
Who’s changing my smile with a new tear sea?
But barely someone will answer me.
Sad question and angry, darling,
How long will be more my falling?
And I see a dream that before the end
suddenly somebody grabbed my hand
to heal all my wounds, it’s better,
my back and my chest, no matter,
among all this cruel longing,
But knife’s still in me I’m falling.
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