Conversations With A Knife
 

Classroom walls rattle with the sound of calves growing into cattle, to be bred and led with brainwashed heads for war in a 9-5 worklife battle.

Is that all I am? Just another man's labor hand, to be spit out like sand from propellers of fishing boats moored off shores of islands?

So if a knife calls out my name, and says "Hey, you're to blame, why don't you get rid of your pathetic shame and order a tombstone with your name, just place my edge to your jugular vein and I'll take you out of this wicked game!"

I'll reply, as mist clouds my eyes, I'll tell the knife, "I'll use you to hack new paths in life, find different seas to plunge in and take a dive, anything to make me strive rather than give in to your lie of suicide... then have no time later to ask myself............"



"why?"

uppin

nice shyt knight...nice topik..and u spit on it well...use some creativity..i was thinkin bout tryin out for yall crew...but i joined my boiz...n e wayz....keepin spittin..u got potential

/Gh0sT\

decent post,u had sum good imagery in there and ill metties.Vocab was i there too,keep postin.Stay ^
-Avi

thanks, uppin