Cold steel pressed against my tongue,
Tastebuds severed by a rough edge,
Blood comes out, spattered in slurs,
Coming out as pointless speech.
When cuts come from the blade,
The sharp edge that separates truth and lie,
I cannot begin to fathom how to react,
For I am human,
And thus am both Truth and a Lie,
And tasting a knife should cleave me in twain.
Out of boredom I decided,
To drive a knife into my brain.
You may think it’s stupid,
But I’ve never been too sane.
The blood ran down in my eyes,
And I got an idiotically brilliant idea,
To write down a glorious epic,
To record a heroic saga.
With knife dug deep in my head,
I worked like a mindless bug,
And I showed my epic to the world,
So they could give it an unempathetic shrug.