• the cutter WITHOUT a knife



    I'm staring through the shell
    My words created for me
    To hide me from your feelings
    Because i don't want to see

    If i wrote my words in pencil
    I know you'd just rub them out
    If i wrote it all on my leg
    You can't erase them and my thoughts are out

    If you really want to help me
    Push this blade in straight
    My hands are shaking
    I want to sleep too late

    The star without a sky
    The human without a life
    The angel without a cause
    & The cutter without a knife