Knife Won'T Cut
I see this life,
passing me by,
I see this knife,
in my hand,
at my throat,
but I can't cut,
my hand won't move,
it's frozen,
in fear,
I can't stand the wait,
but death won't take me,
and this knife won't cut.
Copyright © Rae Stegall | Year Posted 2007
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