hi knife

hi knife like life. cut days dreams none. slit a cord from the last week sequence of events. eveningtime chop off the snooze snore. bleed the sleep fiend dry, dried out, shrivled. poke holes in the necessary tendons. i dont want to hold on again. stab my neck and rip across till my head is rolling on the floor staring up your skirt into you birthcanal. puncture a tiny hole in the vein that connects today with tomorrow, so all the air rushes out and the supposed sleeptime suffocates to death. jab into my promise, make me appear to be a liar to everyone else, a bleeding liar. drop your weapon and move slowly away from your urge to attack.