The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer Wish for your end Is it wrong, blasphemer? Should I break, should you bend? I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead Should I break or should you bend? Or can’t I just wish for my end? There’s knives protruding from your eyes The eyes I know are dead The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies Beneath your core of lead I found you among the disposables Wishing for my end I blasphemed you and you just gave back My pencils burning with lead I screamed as you pierced through me I felt it in my soul! But I’m to blame for this masterpiece I sharpened you with gold! The shavings fall upon the ground And still this dream moves on Pierced, I fall without a sound Until the break of dawn I, the sleeper and dreamer Am still pierced to this day So I hand the pencil sharpener to you And pray you’ll be with me